The most luxurious casino in the rain land, the rain banquet.

This is where Klokdal's base camp is located.

On weekdays, the people who come in and out of it are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries, as well as cadres and members of underground organizations.

It's a place that civilians don't usually dare to approach, and it's also known as the safest place in all of Alabastan, after all, no one wants to find trouble in Crockdahl's field, even if he's the Seven Martial Seas with the lowest bounty.

But today, the rain banquet ushered in two and a half uninvited guests.

"Bang !!"

The luxurious door was violently kicked open, and three figures in navy uniforms, one large and one small, stood in the doorway.

These three are empty, Paimon and Sucrose.

All three of them wore sunglasses that looked like they were dragging on, and Paimon had a lollipop in his mouth, and they both looked like riffraffs.

"Hey, hey, hey!! Didn't you see Commodore Ben arrive!? Why didn't that guy come out and greet him! ”

Paimon crossed his hands on his hips.

"That's it! I don't have any eyesight! Paimon-sama is so angry! ”

Sucrose lowered her head, pressing the navy beret on her head, her face full of shame.

"Empty. Sora-sama is right... ”

And the thugs inside were just about to start, and they were a little stunned when they saw the empty dress and the arrogant momentum.

"The sea. . . Commodore Admiral? ”

"What is going to be done?"

"Tell Lord Crokdahl."

With an arrogant pace, he swaggered into the casino, and the gamblers who were still excited also restrained their voices.

The name of the commodore of the Navy Headquarters does not seem to be big, but for these rich people, it still belongs to the big shots.

"Huh? What are you looking at?! ”

Sora spit out the cigarette in his mouth and pointed at a chubby businessman.

Cold sweat broke out on the businessman's forehead instantly.

"No. No.. I didn't look at it. ”

The empty mouth is about to pout to the sky, and he looks like a bad official.

"Don't mess around! Be careful that I gouge out your eyes! ”

"Shhh Who is this? ”

"Even if it's the navy. It's too arrogant, isn't it? ”

"Don't talk, it'll be fun when Crockdahl comes...

At this time, the casino manager trotted all the way, he was wearing a small suit, his hands were constantly rubbing, and his face was also humble.

"That... I'm sorry Commodore General.。。 Don't know what to call it? ”

"Smack!"

He raised his empty hand and twitched it with a big ear.

"What are you! Lao Tzu is a disciple of the Marshal of the Warring States Period! Or the hero who saved the Draconian! You deserve to ask me what my name is!? ”

Paimon chimed in.

"That's it! Which green onion are you! ”

Sucrose is hard to say.

"Which onion..."

As soon as this statement came out, the gamblers began to whisper.

"Shhh Marshal disciple. I saved the Draconians again... Still so young. ”

"I'll go. It can't be the butcher ... ”

"Which butcher?"

"Who else, Executioner! It is said that he never arrests people, he kills them! ”

"What is this, I've heard that he seems to have slaughtered an island."

"Huh? Didn't you say that you cut a country? ”

Paimon hid half of his face behind his sunglasses, smiling frantically, his empty eyelids throbbing wildly.

"Don't let me know which bastard is messing around. Otherwise I will hack him to death... ”

"Oh, isn't this Lord Executioner? What is the wind that blows you? Are you so blind? Why don't you just bring it to the box when the executioner comes? ”

At this moment, a woman upstairs with an explosive head dressed in a bewitching dress walked down with a model step.

Baroque studio officer, Mr. Fingers, is also the partner of Crookdal's deputy, Mr. 1.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, since this person had appeared, it meant that Crockdahl already knew that he was coming.

"Huh? Who are you? Lao Tzu is looking for Crockdahl! Trash fish, get out of the way! ”

Mr. held a pipe in his fingers, not in the slightest irritation at the empty tone.

"It's our dereliction of duty, it's our honor that the brigadier general of the executioner came to our rain banquet, but it's very unfortunate that the boss went out, he is conscientiously abiding by the duties of His Majesty the Seven Martial Seas, and is very busy protecting Alabastan every day, so, in order to express my apologies, my lord is here today, and all the consumption is paid by us."

Sora smiled smugly, and the feeling of self-esteem being satisfied was something that everyone could feel.

"Hmph, count you sensible, go! Come upstairs with me! ”

Paimon lifted his sunglasses.

"Humph! Bring all the delicious food and drink to this adult! Otherwise, be careful that I spank you! ”

Sucrose's face flushed.

"Hit... Spanking... ”

Mr. looks at Paimon with both fingers.

"This should be the little human girl who followed the executioner, and she is really like the fairy in the legend."

Paimon was laughing happily.

"You're really good at talking, that's right! It's this fairy! ”

Mr. respectfully moves out of the way with his fingers.

"Then, the three adults upstairs, please, we will contact Lord Crockdahl as soon as possible~"

Sora frivolously dragged Mr.'s chin with both fingers.

"You're very sensible, Uncle Ben likes it."

"Hehe, it's my honor to be appreciated by the executioners."

"Yes, although Crockdahl is a pirate, he is still quite good at teaching, let's go, let's go up and have fun, hahahaha!"

After the three of them were greeted by the waiters, Mr. raised his fingers and wiped his chin.

"The Navy... It's disgusting... ”

The manager just now walked over and bowed his head to Mr. with both fingers.

"My lord. . . Do you want us. ”

As he spoke, the manager made a neck wiping motion.

Mr. has two fingers and fierce eyes.

"Idiot, do you know who that is?"

"But even if it's a lieutenant general in the headquarters. Don't dare to make trouble here, this kid is too rampant... ”

"Don't look for death, he is a disciple of the Warring States, this time I don't know what shit I took to save the Tianlong people, serve this person for me, don't make trouble, the boss has explained, and he has been low-key recently."

“。。。 Be.. ”

The manager retreated, and Mr. walked his fingers towards a secret passage in the innermost part of the rain banquet.

All the way down, there was a luxurious underwater room, and on the sofa in the middle of the room, sat Crockdahl, the screen in front of him was playing the picture of the empty box, and there was a pile of empty materials on the coffee table in front of him.

"Boss, it's already arranged."

Crockdahl had a cigar in his mouth, and he asked lightly as he looked at the empty space in the box that was teasing Sucrose.

"How does it feel?"

Mr. bows his head with both fingers.

"It's not like a strong man ... And it's really arrogant. ”

Crockdahl grinned.

"Interesting... It doesn't match my intelligence.,In the information.,This empty is a thoughtful.,A person with a strong sense of justice.。。。 Mr. Fingers, you say, is there something wrong with my information, or is this empty space fake? ”

Mr. frowned with both fingers.

"Anyway, pretending to be the brigadier general of the headquarters, and daring to come to your territory to make trouble, only a fool should do it, right?"

"Shhh Call.. ”

Crockdahl spat out a puff of smoke.

"Then there is only the third possibility, this person is acting, trying to paralyze me, tsk, this 16-year-old brigadier general, there is something, but there are not too many things, as long as there is intelligence, this kind of acting can be easily seen through."

Mr. exclaimed with both fingers.

"You mean, he knows what we're doing?"

"No, he doesn't know, this kid may have been sent by the Warring States to spy on me, the new world is turbulent, and the navy is now very empty in the first half of the army, they know what I'm planning secretly, but there is no evidence, I also know that they know that I have a move in secret, but after all, I am the Seven Martial Seas, they can't do anything to me without evidence, if they really know my plan, then it won't be this kid."

Mr. Fingers make sense.

"Yes. . . But do you want me to go and find out? See what information they have? ”

Crockdahl pondered for a moment.

"Don't go, since the Warring States accepted him as a disciple, he must have his characteristics, and he can't underestimate the enemy... Mr. All Sundays. ”

In a dark corner, a woman in a cowboy hat walked out.

"You're going to let me visit him? Aren't you afraid I'll kill him? ”

Crockdahl's voice was flat.

"You're a smart woman, you should know what to do and what not to do."

Mr. turned and walked towards the door on Sunday.

"All I can say is try."

"It's okay, I believe in your abilities."

"Huh."