"It's really dangerous. If there is really something like that, what should you do if you leave it to the pirate?" Kizaru turned into golden light, and his brilliant light spots scattered everywhere. He gathered again more than ten meters behind Yang Cong, and said, "Do you think... should you kill the danger in the cradle?"

"Strike?" Yang Cong asked back with a funny look, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand flashed with a dark golden cold light as if it was spiritual: "And are you sure this is the cradle? Porusalino, who gives you confidence... is it your so-called natural-type shining fruit?"

Deep in Yang Cong's eyes, a hidden blue light jumped like a flame, and the pressure leaked out. The suppression effect of the pressure was crushed away, and the coldness and bone-blazingness that was hard to describe in words. Kizaru's legs suddenly softened and almost fell to the ground.

The momentum of the domineering color made the air around him solidify and breathing became difficult. Kizaru's eyes revealed incredible. He had endured the domineering color more than dozens of times. Even the so-called strongest domineering color with the Four Emperors red hair, a strong man of his level had long been immune, but what was the feeling of every drop of blood from the inside and outside shouting to surrender!

Buzz!

Kizaru gritted his teeth. He couldn't even use the power to activate the flash fruit. Some of the damage caused by Dragon Power was automatically transformed into a beam of light.

"You should be glad you are a natural fruit, and your natural ability saved your life." Yang Cong said lightly: "Next time, it is best to say less of such shameless words."

After saying that, Yang Cong was too lazy to pay attention to the embarrassed Kizaru and walked into the bar.

"Hu..." The pressure dissipated, and Kizaru took a deep breath. The feeling of suffocation was so uncomfortable. The eyes of looking at the sky-high bar were also a little more afraid. At that moment, he truly felt the crisis of death.

Blublublublublublu.

A sound of a phone worm sounded, Kizaru breathed, got up from the ground, wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead, raised his arm, and looked like a watch on his watch. After a while, he realized it and touched another phone worm in his clothes.

"What? Hey? Hey?"

"Kizaru, how are things dealing with?" Telephone bug pulled up his face as serious as Marshal Warring States Period and said slowly in a heavy voice.

"It's worse than I thought... When I came, Diamanti was killed by Yang Cong." Kizaru hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't tell the story of himself almost losing his life by the domineering aura. It was too embarrassing to be defeated by a junior, but he still reported the other situation truthfully: "Now the entire Shamboland Islands are in chaos... Oh, it seems that even the No. 15 mangrove has been cut off. Judging from the intensity of the slash, it is probably not weaker than Hawkeye."

"What!" The phone bug simulated the surprise expression of the Warring States Period. It roared, and after a while, the second half of the sentence slowly came: "Okay, Kizaru, come back first. I will send the navy to the Shambodian Islands to maintain order and repair the mangroves. In addition, don't provoke him for the time being, he is the target of our navy's current goal."

"Oh, I almost forgot to say that he just said that there are equipment in the store that can improve the overall strength of the navy, but you want the marshal to go and talk in person."

"Okay, I understand." The tone of Warring States Period gradually calmed down. After the words, he directly turned off the phone bug.

Kizaru looked back at the sky-high bar, with more wrinkles on his old face. He didn't want to stay in this place for a moment, and turned into a golden light and shot towards the Navy headquarters.

"It seems that I really underestimated him!" The Warring States Period sighed solemnly. Even the frivolous character of Kizaru could praise a person's strength. He must be a strong man: "It is comparable to the swordsmanship of Hawkeye..." Such a strong man, who is still a domineering owner of the domineering color, would he be willing to open a bar for the rest of his life? The things in this made the Warring States Period think more.

"Can we increase the overall strength of the navy?" Warring States whispered softly, and his expression became serious. The original idea of ​​recruiting disappeared. A top strong man with a domineering color was to recruit the navy. It would be his turn to be worried, but Yang Cong did not join the pirates or the revolutionary army. It was still worth winning over the navy. He also valued the method Yang Cong said more.

He looked up at the documents on the desk, slapped the table and stood up, put the coat of justice on the chair on the marshal's chair on his body, and walked out the house. This matter is big or small, and it is worthy of his marshal's personal action.

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When Yang Cong walked into the bar, he saw that Moni was hiding behind the door and sweating his palms were hiding behind the door. Yang Cong shook helplessly. The beautiful fishman in this world is worth higher than the devil's fruit. Moni, who has no support, cannot escape back to the fishman island. She will be arrested halfway, and her final fate is self-evident.

"Moni, go back and rest. There shouldn't be any guests coming today." Yang Cong ordered, and also lay on the recliner, squinted for a while, humming a small song that only he could understand, and his fingers kept tapping the handle, as if hitting the beat.

"Yes, boss." Seeing Yang Cong come back safely, Moni was relieved, nodded respectfully, and retreated.

Squeak!

The shabby wooden door made another harsh friction.

The tapping finger suddenly stopped, Yang Cong closed his lazily, opened his eyes and looked at the visitor, and said with a smile: "Isn't this the famous Marshal of the Navy, Mr. Warring States Period.........Are you a rare guest, a rare guest, please here."

Following the direction of Yang Cong's finger, a serious and serious Warring States Period sat upright on the chair, with aggressive eyes constantly scanning Yang Cong. Although he had seen Yang Cong's photos on intelligence, he couldn't help but be surprised to see himself as such a young man. Such a young man actually has the strength of a great swordsman! Think about what he was doing when he was 17 years old?

"Cough cough..." The Warring States Period couldn't help but cough a few times, covering up the embarrassment. At that time, he seemed to be an intern navy who was cleaning a warship. It was a big deal and he had returned to his serious expression. The Warring States Period's heavy voice said slowly: "Hissergeant Yang Cong, his strength is so terrifying, why did he open an inexplicable bar in the Shambodi Islands."

"Make money..." Yang Cong replied calmly, looking at the Warring States Period with a little more idiotic meaning: "I want something to come?"
Chapter completed!