As early as the time to leave Punk Hazard, on that ship, Klockdahl casually threw a few clothes to Lindsay.

Klockdahl's clothes are pretty good.

A long coat lined with a casual suit.

Lindsay's body itself was close to "perfection".

This does not only refer to the face, because both the proportions of the body and the lines of the muscles are the most perfect works of the ancients.

Even for modern master carvers, it would take years or even decades to reproduce Lindsay perfectly.

Such a body is naturally eye-catching, and at the same time it is also very popular.

That is life's yearning for "beauty", which is understandable.

……

That's why the dancers were so enthusiastic about Lindsay.

They greeted the tall, perfect young man, wanting to drink with him so that he could serve the stinking pirates.

But just as everyone was about to enter the tavern, a mustachioed man with two burly guards stopped Lindsay.

"Pretty good figure, little brother!"

"Look at the way you exercise, are you interested in making a lot of money!"

“……”

In just two sentences, the words "ill intentions" have been written on his face.

But Lindsay's innocent face made the mustache mistakenly think that he was just a stunned young man who had just gone to sea, and he was also very easy to fool.

So the mustache immediately added:

"Little brother, it's rare to come to the Chambord Islands, don't you want to make a name for yourself here and make a lot of money before entering the new world?"

"I've got a good project here!"

The mustache jerked up his hand, and the two guards who reached out immediately took out two suitcases.

Click!

The suitcase was opened, and inside was a full Berry.

"As for me, I'm the owner of an arena that specializes in organizing some competitions."

"Little brother, you look like you can fight, how about it, do you want to come to my side to try your hand?"

The mustache waved his hand and said with a smile: "As long as you play, there will be one million Berry, five million if you survive the game, and if you win, there will be a jackpot of 10 million Berry!" ”

"And that's just the price of a game!"

The words were so smooth that I don't know how many times I had repeated them.

“……”

Lindsay looked at the mustache and followed the other man's route.

Sure enough, the mustache came from an illegal strip.

What kind of urine is in the arena located in the illegal zone, Lindsey certainly knows.

The so-called competitions and high prizes are mostly meant to deceive people to death.

While thinking, a hand suddenly grabbed Lindsay.

It was a brown-haired dancer who was holding Lindsay's hand and desperately signaling with her eyes, hoping that Lindsay would not go with the mustache.

Having opened a shop on the edge of the illegal zone for a long time, the dancers naturally know who the mustache is.

It's rare that this little brother is so pleasing to the eye, and the dancers don't want to watch Lindsay being tricked into sending her to death.

"Wait......"

The brown-haired dancer spoke.

But before she could say anything, a strong guard behind the mustache stepped forward and grabbed the dancer's head.

"Hey."

The strong man had a calm face and threatened: "Little girl, if you disturb us, you know what will happen, right?" ”

The strong man's hand that pinched the dancer's head gradually exerted force, and he was about to pinch this troubled woman to death.

But at the same time, behind the strong man, another even bigger figure suddenly appeared.

A large, red-skinned hand grabbed the strong man's head, almost exactly the same as the strong man grabbed the dancer.

The difference is that it's a little bit more forceful.

"Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain......"

The strong man only felt that his skull was about to be crushed, and the whole person struggled unconsciously, and let go of the dancing girl in his hand.

His head was clutched, and he couldn't see what was behind him, but he only felt extremely terrifying, as if it had awakened the instinctive fear in his body.

After sweeping the afterglow again, I saw that the mustache and the other guard next to him were staring wide-eyed, as if they were trembling at something.

"In the end...... What is it? ”

The strong man spat out this last sentence.

Then he felt the dirt under his feet begin to whirl, like a soft whirlpool, clamping his body.

Then, the strong man only felt that his body was sinking, and the sharp pain hit from the bottom up, spreading to the whole body.

Bang!

Quire form.

The demonic Lindsay grabbed the strong man's head with one hand and put his whole person into the ground, leaving only a head with rolling eyes, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The earth and rocks twisted under Lindsay's control, turning into a whirlpool, trapping the strong man in the ground!

"Yikes!"

This eerie and terrifying scene caused the dancers to scream, and Mustache and the other guard were stunned.

The latter two are well aware that they seem to have kicked the iron plate.

The mustache has been in the underground world for many years and is flexible, so he immediately bends down to admit his mistake.

"Sorry to disturb you, uncle!"

"You keep drinking, I'll get out of here!"

The mustache stopped, taking advantage of Lindsay's attack that did not reply, and walked away.

But halfway through, his head was also grabbed by Lindsay, and a cold sweat broke out.

"You ......"

"Don't be in a hurry!"

Lindsay had two dark green ghost horns on her head, and her scarlet gaze wandered back and forth.

I looked at the enthusiastic dancers, and then at the mustaches and strong men dressed fiercely.

Grinning:

"I think it's a little more interesting on your side......"

……

Klockdahl felt that everything was finally going well.

He successfully settled Evan Lindsey and successfully found the black marketeers of the underworld who traded with him.

As the king of the Seven Martial Seas with the "legal right to plunder", Klockdahl certainly has no shortage of funds.

However, the place where he wants to use the funds is Alabastan.

The king of that superpower, Neferutali Kobra, was a man of great integrity and discipline.

Coupled with the assistance of many ministers, if you want to let a large amount of looted funds into Alabastan, it will inevitably be detected.

Therefore, the first thing Klockdahl had to do was to "legitimize" his funds.

And in the illegal area of the Chambord Islands, Klockdahl had already found someone to plan this matter.

……

Chambord Islands, Island 13.

No rules arena.

It was a place where the nobility and the upper class enjoyed themselves.

Slaves and beasts were imprisoned together and then put together in the arena to fight each other.

The result of its victory and defeat will also be used by the nobles for gambling and recreation.

And at this moment, in the broadcast room of the arena, Klockdahl and the owner of the arena have already met.

The former intends to use the "gambling" mechanism of the arena to launder all the looted funds through the buying and selling of nobles.

Subsequently, some of the goods were purchased, and this large amount of money quietly flowed into Alabastan!

"Gambling...... Is it? ”

Klockdahl smiled gloomily.

He's very good at that.

Even, in the near future, he will build a super-large casino in Alabastan!

But now, the first thing Klockdahl has to ensure is the smooth running of this gambling operation.

"Hey."

Klockdahl looked back at the arena owner and said in a deep voice, "Are your people all arranged?" The result of this contest is certain! ”

"Hee-hee-hee, don't worry, [Sand Crocodile]."

The Arena Boss was a little man who looked like a skinny monkey, and he smiled sharply: "No one can beat our finale this time, and our trade will definitely go smoothly!" ”

"Now, hee-hee-hee-hee......"

"[Sand Crocodile], let's enjoy this warm-up performance together!"

“……”

Klockdahl didn't say much, just looked at the broadcast screen, looking a little uninterested.

The so-called warm-up performance is nothing more than getting a ferocious beast, and then finding a few unlucky slaves or stunned greens, and letting the beast tear them to pieces.

This kind of thing, Klockdahl didn't care, he just felt troublesome.

Just wait for the game to be over and then return to Alabastan with Evan Lindsay.

By the way, what is that primitive man doing now?

Hehehe, you may have drunk a lot!

Crocodall sipped his cigar and glanced casually across the screen.

Then, in the midst of the group of hapless slaves, he saw a familiar face—

Smiling, sunny, and pure.

None other than Evan Lindsay!

Immediately, Klockdahl's face became strange, and he rubbed his temples vigorously, grinning his teeth:

"I knew it wasn't going well!"