Bellamy looked at the figure with his back turned to him with enthusiasm, trying hard to suppress the excitement in his heart.
"What's different about you? Well... you were beaten a few times by a few pirates and survived. The other party didn't want to kill you at all. You went up to provoke you many times. I see you
My brain is not very good, right?"
Doflamingo did not speak, but a snot-nosed man standing next to him holding a golden cane spoke first.
"I...they are..."
"We, the Don Quixote family... do not accept trash that has failed."
The person who spoke again was the tall man sitting on the other side of Doflamingo. The man never glanced at Bellamy from beginning to end and just waved the knight's sword in his hand.
"Let's go."
Bellamy still didn't give up, and when he was about to speak, the word Doflamingo made his whole body fall to the bottom.
Until Doflamingo left with Don Quixote's family, Bellamy still couldn't say a word, because from the look Doflamingo gave when he left, Bellamy felt that he had to say one more word.
, he might be about to be killed.
call.
call.
Bellamy suddenly woke up from his trance, and his whole body was covered with sweat. He fell down on the chair next to him and froze.
a long time.
Bellamy stood up again, his eyes already filled with stagnant water, and he took out a reward notice from his pants.
Don Quixote Doflamingo.
Bellamy took the reward order, gritted his teeth, hesitated, and stuffed the reward order into his pants again.
Ran out of the tavern again.
...
"How about it, Xiao Feng, is there still no navy branch here?"
"Of course not. How could a place like this that doesn't look very wealthy have a naval branch with good conditions?"
Kazan watched Funkley use the Imitation Fruit to change himself back, and then sighed.
As expected.
"Monet, have you restocked the supplies over there?"
"Um!"
"Then keep going."
"Quack! Tangtang is tired!"
Kazan's face hardened and he sighed, he was indeed a little too anxious.
Ever since they left Shivering Island, they had almost been sailing on the sea. Even if they encountered an island, they would just replenish supplies before going out to sea again.
"Then... just rest here for a few days."
"Uh-huh!"
Kazan held Little Sugar in his arms, inhaled the scent of the little girl on his body, and then took Fon Clay and Monet to find a place to rest.
Bang!
boom!
Da da da da da da!
Kazan held Sugar in his arms and dodged a stray bullet while looking at the two gangs who suddenly started fighting not far away.
"There is really no peaceful place in Beihai. Capone Becky should not have been born in Xihai. He should have come to Beihai to live in peace."
A few minutes later.
Kazan, who sat for a while on the street, looked a little dazed when he saw Monet flying back with a piece of paper in his hand.
"What is this?"
"I can't quite understand."
"...It seems that I have to teach you how to read and write."
Kazan covered his head and shook his head, forgetting that these little guys had not received education since childhood, and he still had to fulfill his responsibilities as a parent.
"Bring it to me and take a look."
Kazan took the piece of paper from Monet's hand and read it carefully.
Three minutes later.
Kazan pinched his chin in thought.
"This kind of thing... is not something that ordinary gangsters can get..."
"Brother, what is this?"
"Kazan, tell me quickly, I'm so worried."
"Why are you anxious? It's not like I won't tell you. This paper says that a Devil Fruit appeared on Harvest Island in the North Sea. The Don Quixote family is going to hold an auction to sell this Devil Fruit."
"So are we going?"
"Go... Although this kind of thing looks like a trap at first glance, as long as the news about this devil fruit is true, it will be fine, and even if it is from Don Quixote's family, it will not have any effect on us.
It's a fatal danger and you can't run away from it. If this Devil Fruit is not bad, grab it and give it to Sugar."
"Kazan, how do you know this is true?"
"Idiot, isn't there a picture on this? If you can't read, you're even blind!"
Kazan directly put the paper on Feng Clay's face, and said in a deep voice that he hates iron but cannot become steel.
Of course, the key point is... given Don Quixote's status in Beihai and Doflamingo's arrogance, it should be impossible to deceive people about this kind of news.
The target this time is probably us who snatched the Xuexue fruit before.
"Hmph... We happen to be short of opponents, so let the Don Quixote family be our whetstone."
"Kazan, isn't it dangerous?"
"No, except for Doflamingo, there should be no one who is armed and domineering. And regardless of whether they are able to do so, they will have to be passively beaten against Monet who can fly."
"Monet-chan...are you going to fight too? What about Sugar?"
"Isn't it still you? Just change your face and hold the sugar in your arms and hide near the boat."
"Hey! Aren't you going to fight?"
"Why are you going into battle if you don't even know the color of your weapon? You go and protect Sugar."
"Monet doesn't know how to be armed!"
"Monet is still a naturalist!"
"Ah, that's...okay."
Kazan looked around and found a tavern!
Nice!
In the Beihai, these taverns are natural intelligence organizations, and they know all kinds of messy things. This is one of the reasons why these taverns can continue to operate in such chaotic sea areas.
"Let's go and ask for directions."
...
North Sea, Harvest Island.
A square filled with mutilated corpses of various gangs with severed arms, completely covered in corpses.
"Hey, Dover, will the person who took the previous fruit come?"
"Hey, I don't know either... Even if he comes, we may not be able to find him."
"Hey, why are you holding this auction?"
"Idiot Torebol, have you forgotten that we still need some start-up capital for the business we are going to do recently? This time we are just selling fruits and hunting some valuable heads."
"Nani(òωó?)! I thought I wanted to lure out the thief who stole the Devil Fruit before and kill him!"
"Hey, I don't know what that Devil Fruit is, but it's not the one I'm looking for...so, it doesn't matter."
"But if we really find that person... we must kill him directly, right?"
A tall man, Billy Juhan, made a high-pitched voice and mercilessly harsh words.
In response to this strange and strange contradiction, no one in the Don Quixote family laughed.
Doflamingo nodded, his expression unclear in the increasingly gloomy sky.
An occasional flash of lightning illuminated his expression at that moment.