On the island of Cessna, in a cheap tavern run by locals, Wes Pucci sat alone in the corner, with a bottle of wine in front of him, and he drank alone.

Suddenly, a figure sat down opposite him, and Wes Pucci did not look up. There was no such thing as a cheap tavern like this. Anyone could sit in a seat without anyone, even if there was a stranger whom he didn't know, he might even make friends because of this.

Wes Pucci is neither the kind of guy who looks fierce and is inaccessible at first sight, nor is he a gentleman who is dressed in luxurious clothes and dressed in a well-deserved manner. He has a messy hair, an unshaven beard, and a ragged dress on his body. He is like a beggar. He is definitely not so eye-catching in such a cheap tavern.

Despite this, Wes Pucci is definitely not dirty. Unlike other men who wear it like him, they will be filled with the odor of pungent sweat and smell of wine and other strange smells mixed with strange smells. This smell is everywhere in taverns now.

"I'm even more worried when I drink to relieve my sorrow! Mr. Wes Pucci!" said the person who sat down.

In the noisy tavern, Wes Pucci raised his head slightly, his hair hanging on his cheek slightly separated, revealing a one-eye, looking at the man sitting down in surprise, picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and said, "It's amazing that a big man like you came to a place like this! Are you here to find some excitement? It's like you're used to eating delicacies and wanting to taste the rough grain and wild vegetables in the countryside?"

"A big man like you is here to drink too!" Liszt smiled slightly.

Cessna Island is an autumn island. Although it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, making the climate here pleasant, but as summer passes, the weather turns slightly cooler, and it rains lightly today. Therefore, on other islands, it is probably impossible to see a beautiful bikini on the beach.

Today, Liszt did not wear a suit, and casually wore casual clothes and added a jacket on the outside, just like many tourists who came to Cessna Island.

Therefore, the drinkers around him did not recognize him, and there was no scene of a big man greeting him as soon as he appeared. Only a few girls sitting on the shabby sofa, wearing exposed clothes, their eyes lit up.

It’s not that they recognized Liszt, but that the clothes on him were a relatively famous brand in the New World and were expensive.

And such a man, who appears in such a bar, is obviously the Kaizi in their eyes!

Of course, Diao Kaizi also had to talk about the method. They did not come up on their own initiative and were still observing because men wearing famous brands may not be really rich people, but also men who want to take advantage of the situation, deliberately dress up fashionablely to deceive women.

How to quickly identify rich people and poor people has become a test of their vision.

Liszt seems very easy-going, but his own temperament seems out of place with other people in such cheap taverns, and is obviously not an ordinary person.

"Look, because of your appearance, I have the eyes of girls. Who is the big shot?" Wes Pucci pursed his lips at the shabby sofa.

As Liszt glanced over, a woman pulled her shoulder strap and deliberately let the suspender skirt that had only covered half of it, leaving most of it, revealing her snow-white skin, and a little dark red appeared in the tulle skirt. A woman pretended to be raising her long legs wearing long boots and black stockings, and threw a charming look at him. A woman pulled her skirt, causing the already pitifully short skirt to reveal a little upward...

The girls sat there, which was a scenic spot. Many of the drinkers in the bar came to them. As long as they sat there and occasionally posed, the daily turnover of the bar could increase by 20 to 30%. Therefore, they could get a tip from the bar to support them or to support their families. Of course, they were different from street girls.

What's the difference?

The prices are different!

The street girls do not pick customers. They are different. They will not follow men easily unless the price is in place, and there are kids like Liszt.

There are some women who are like this in the casino, and some are like this in the casino, relying on their bodies to gain power.

Is it shameful?

Just for life.

Liszt turned around and said, "The bar business is OK."

"Society is a pyramid, a city, and a pyramid. At the top of the pyramid are powerful and high-ranking officials who control the fate of this city like you, who come and go, live in luxury houses, and there are many beautiful women around you. The bottom of the pyramid is a large number of ordinary people who work hard every day for their life and are busy with their destiny." said Wes Pucci.

After the opening of the casino on Cessna Island, the gamblers who came here were rich and powerful, powerful, and poor people who were poor and want to fight for it. They gathered in small hotels and hotels built by local residents, looking for opportunities.

"Although there are many entertainment facilities on Cessna Island, an amusement park, park, etc., and there are also various types of people for gamblers to play in the casino, but they all cost money. For many people at the bottom or financially struggling, after a busy day, rather than going to that kind of place to have a trip, it is better to go to a cheap tavern, order a glass of inferior or mixed with water, brag about the drinkers, and at the same time, you can also exchange information and chat about gossip."

"It seems that you are not very satisfied with the work of the Town Hall!" said Liszt.

"No, I'm just talking about a fact."

"Hehe, life is just a variety of things."

Wes Pucci poured out the wine from the bottle and poured it into the glass. He drank it in one sip and said, "What's the matter with me?"

"I heard something about you from Romuel. Are you interested in being a Sheriff of Cessna Island?"

Liszt did not deceive Wes Pucci. He could not collect information from Wes Pucci, so he simply went to find Peres Rome, and through him, he had some understanding of Wes Pucci.

Wes Pucci was surprised by one-eyed eyes, and then muttered: "That guy Luo Mu! Sheriff? Sorry, do you think that an alcoholic who drinks all day long can manage the security of this island, and not the security of the island is not the responsibility of the Justice League?"

"No, the public security you are responsible for is different from what they are responsible for. What you are responsible for is the public security at sea!" said Liszt.

"I'm not interested at all. I'm different from Luo Miao, and Luo Miao has ambitions! Me? For me, a bottle of wine every day is enough," said Wes Pucci.

"Is that so? I heard that you have been silently guarding the island of Cessna. Since the Kingdom of Cessna was destroyed by the Don Quixote family! In addition, you are also controlling an armed force. In the underground world of Cessna, the king's army of Cessna, which was once defeated by Doflamingo, is still breathing!"

In the wine glass in front of Wes Pucci, the small amount of wine rippled. He shrugged and said, "What did you say? I don't understand."

"Do you know Luo Mu? His eyes are so powerful that he has secretly followed you." Liszt said.

Finally, Wes Pucci's calm face showed anger. His one-eyed eye shot a terrifying look. He stared at Liszt, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want to do?"

Liszt smiled and said, "Don't be so angry. Luo Miao only said he had followed you, but he didn't tell me what he saw. However, if I really want to check, there should be nothing I can't find out on Cessna Island now."

Wes Pucci was stunned.

"It's very dangerous for guys who pretend to be themselves like you!" said Liszt.

"Dangerous? We just want to protect our homes! We have never violated anyone else!" said Wes Pucci.

Liszt pointed at Wes Pucci with his finger and said, "Do you just say it with your mouth? I saw that, but Cessna Island is rampant, what have you protected? You don't want to shed blood and sweat, and you want to live a happy and fulfilling life. Should I say you are innocent or greedy? If I slap you, you dare not fight back, do you believe it or not!"

Wes Pucci stared at Liszt.

"If you dare to fight back, I will find your old subordinates and arrest them with just one reason, such as spreading rumors, destroying social stability, and then setting up relationships in prison. If you come out, you will not be a cripple or a disabled person. Do you dare to fight back?" Liszt narrowed his eyes.

Wes Pucci clenched his fist and his face turned red, even more redder than the wine he had drunk for decades.

Liszt stood up and shook his head and said, "Luo Miao is also misleading, haha!"

The veteran does not die, but his blood is gradually fading.

...

An unexpected patient came from Thoes, who was in the Medical Room of Mobidick.

Recently, Dius has gradually taken over the task of treating minor injuries such as sutures assigned to him by the ship's doctor.

"Oh! Little Doctor! This is just right!" Whitebeard said with a smile when she saw Dius.

"Whitebeard! Sir!"

Because he was too nervous and surprised, Dius shouted Whitebeard's name in a vague way.

Because Ace is a guest of the Whitebeard Group, and the member of the Spade Pirates is his younger brother. For Dius, the captain is Ace, so he cannot call the Whitebeard Dad.

"Hey, don't be so reserved. I just want to see a doctor." Whitebeard sat down, then stretched out his arms from his coat on his shoulders and spread them wide.

Dius looked at it and said, "Is it a burn?"

It seems that the legendary monster will also be injured!

"Will there be any pain? It doesn't seem to be serious, but it's better to apply ice until the pain subsides. The reason is..."

The white beard kept silent.

Although he was asking himself, Dius soon thought of the reason for the burn of the white beard.

"Is Ace doing it?"

Just now, Ace started the routine challenge of seizing the Whitebeard's head again, and then lost again and was knocked into the sea... All of them lost dozens of times.

"I'm so shameless... I help me keep a secret, little doctor!" said the white beard.

"Please be called a doctor, I'm still a medical student..." Dius said, cleaning the wound with clean water, then bandaging it, and not disinfecting it can promote natural healing.

"Oh! Thank you!"

The white beard raised and looked at the bandaged palms.

"It's troublesome to get infected, keep your hands clean," said Dius.

"Talk about your captain!" said the white beard.

"Hmm? Ah!"

"He has become much stronger! He has challenged him countless times!" This was the first time that Whitebeard was forced to take the fire fist. Whitebeard stood up and smiled faintly.

Dius checked the notebook and said, "Today is the 99th chapter!"

Whitebeard glanced at him and said with a smile: "It's so serious, it's all recorded."

"I have this personality... I'm still a little short of one. Will Ace touch you?" Dius asked carefully. Of course, he didn't expect to answer.

"Is it the 100th chapter? Let Saqi and the others make the decision! It doesn't matter if I 100th chapter or 100th chapter."

"Are you cultivating Ace?"

"Don't show me, little doctor, Gulalala!!" The white beard laughed.

Dius was puzzled.

"Where I... I like those young people who challenge the new world! So, if you want to stay, just stay!"

The white beard gives the younger generation a place to stay. Guys like Ace who stumble in can have a bite of food here.

"Ace..."

Dius looked at the white beard and couldn't help but say it, but he didn't finish it.

What he wanted to say was that Ace was the son of your former opponent Roger, and then the world government probably realized this possibility and wanted to win Ace into the Seven Warlords Sea.

What if the son of One Piece was under the command of Whitebeard, one of the Four Emperors?

Dius felt scared!
To be continued...