Chapter 17. Let Don Quixote be a whetstone
Trembling Island, it's still the same tavern.
"I'm different from the rest of the world!"
"Let me join you!"
Bellamy looked feverishly at the figure with his back to him, trying to contain the excitement in his heart.
"What's different about you? Naa... Didn't you get beaten a few more times by a few pirates and survived, the other party didn't want to kill you at all, you have repeatedly gone up to provoke, I don't think your brain is very good, right? β
Doflamingo didn't speak, but a snotty man with a golden cane standing next to him spoke first.
"I... They are..."
"We, the Don Quixote... Don't collect waste that has failed. β
The man who spoke again was the tall man sitting on the other side of Doflamingo, who had not looked at Bellamy from beginning to end, but had just waved the knight's sword in his hand.
"Let's go."
Bellamy was still not giving up, and when he was about to speak, the word Doflamingo made him fall to the bottom.
Until Doflamingo left with the Don Quixote family, Bellamy could not say a word, because from the look of Doflamingo when he left, Bellamy felt that if he said more, he might be killed.
Call.
Call.
Bellamy suddenly woke up from his trance, his whole body was already sweating, and he fell into the chair next to him, stunned.
Long.
Bellamy's eyes were like stagnant water in his eyes as he got up again, and he pulled out a bounty order from his pants.
Don Quixote Doflamingo.
Bellamy took the bounty order, gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and tucked the bounty order back into his pants.
Ran out of the tavern again.
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"How about it, Xiao Feng, is there still no naval branch here?"
"Of course not, how can there be a well-conditioned naval branch in a place that doesn't seem to be very wealthy."
Kazan watched Von Cree transform himself back with the Imitation Fruit, then sighed.
Predictable.
"Monet, have you replenished the supplies over there?"
"Hmm!"
"Then keep going."
"Quack! Sugar sugar tired! β
Kazan's face froze and he sighed, he was indeed a little too anxious.
Since leaving Trembling Island, they have been sailing on the sea almost all the time, and even if they encounter the island, they will only replenish their supplies and go to sea again.
"That's... Just rest here for a few days. β
"Uh-huh!"
Kazan hugged the sugar, inhaled the fragrance of the young girl on the other party's body, and then took Vonclay and Monet to find a place to rest.
Boom!
Rumble!
Dada!
Kazan dodged a stray bullet from his side with Sucrose in his arms, and looked at the two gangsters who suddenly fought not far away.
"There is really no place in Beihai to settle down, Capone Becky should not have been born in the West Sea, he should have come to Beihai to mix."
A few minutes later.
Kazan, who sat down on the side of the street for a while, looked at Monet flying back with a piece of paper in his hand, and was slightly stunned.
"What's this?"
"I don't quite understand."
β... Looks like I'm going to have to teach you how to read and write. β
Kazan covered his head and shook his head, forgetting that these little ones were all uneducated since childhood, and he still had to fulfill his duties as a parent.
"Bring it to me."
Kazan took the piece of paper from Monet's hand and looked at it carefully.
Three minutes later.
Kazan pinched his chin thoughtfully.
"This kind of thing... It's not like the average thug can get it..."
"Brother, what is this?"
"Kazan, say it quickly, it's time to kill the slave family."
"What's the monkey anxious about, it's not that he won't tell you. It says that a Devil Fruit has appeared on Harvest Island in the North Sea, and the Don Quixote family is going to hold an auction to auction the Devil Fruit. β
"Shall we go then?"
"Go... Although this kind of thing looks like some kind of trap or something, as long as the news of this Devil Fruit is true, and even Don Quixote's family can't pose a mortal danger to us, just can't beat it, and if this Devil Fruit is not bad, grab it and prepare it for Sucrose. β
"Kazan, how do you know this is true?"
"Stupid, isn't there a picture on this? Illiterate and blind! β
Kazan directly pasted the paper on Von Crey's face, and said in a deep voice that hated that iron could not become steel.
The key thing, of course, is... With Don Quixote's position in the North Sea and Doflamingo's arrogance in his bones, it should be impossible to deceive people on this kind of news.
The target this time is probably us who snatched the snow fruit before.
"Hmph... If we are short of opponents, let the Don Quixote family be our whetstone. β
"Kazan, wouldn't it be dangerous?"
"No, except for Doflamingo, there should be no one who can be armed and domineering, and whether they will or not, Monet, who can fly, will have to fall into a state of passive beating."
"Monet-chan... Are you going to fight too? What about sugar? β
"Isn't there still you, you can just change your face and hold the sugar and hide near the ship first."
"Huh, huh! Won't the slaves go to war? β
"You don't even know what you're fighting for? You go and protect the sugar. β
"Monet won't be armed!"
"Monet is still natural!"
"Ahh All right. β
Kazan looked around and found a tavern!
NiceοΌ
In the North Sea, these taverns are natural intelligence organizations, and they know all sorts of messes, which is one of the reasons why these taverns can keep taverns open in such chaotic seas.
"Let's go, go ask for directions."
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North Sea, Harvest Island.
A square full of severed arms of gangsters from all walks of life, completely covered in corpses.
"Now, Dover, will the one who took the fruit from before come?"
"Boom, I don't know... Even if we do, we may not be able to find out. β
"Hey, what's this auction for?"
"Fool Torrebol, have you forgotten that we are still short of some start-up capital for the business we were going to do recently? This time, it's just a matter of selling the fruit and hunting some valuable heads by the way. β
"Nani (ΓΟΓΧ±)! I thought I was trying to lure out the thief who snatched the Devil Fruit from before and kill him! β
"I don't know what that Devil Fruit is, but it's not the one I'm looking for... So, it doesn't matter. β
"But if you can find that man... It's going to have to be done directly, right? β
A tall Billy Khan uttered a high-pitched voice and unrelenting harsh words.
For this strange and strange contradiction, none of the cadres of the Don Quixote family laughed.
Doflamingo nodded, and the eerie sky made it impossible to see his expression.
The occasional flash of lightning illuminated his expression for a moment.
Grimly.