In 1507, the East China Sea, the "Kingdom on the Bridge" Tchila Wolf.

"Strange? Why didn't it snow today? And even the dark clouds have dissipated. How long has it been since we seen the sunshine here?"

Several world government supervisors are gathering together to discuss the strange weather today.

"Oh no! I remember it!"

Suddenly, a cigarette in the supervisor's mouth fell to the ground, his face filled with fear and astonishment.

"It's that man...he may be back..."

Dorag was not a child. Just the few simple words Hai Lan talked to him back then, he could not change his determination to revolution.

The establishment of the "Revolutionary Army" organization has already made a good start. In order to establish good relations with the people, Dorag actually planned to send several revolutionaries to the Kingdom of Bridge to serve as undercover agents.

How high is this mental awareness that I have to volunteer to come to such a cold artificial country where birds do not shit?

There are certainly thugs in this world who kill and set fires and do whatever they want, and of course there are chivalrous people who take it as their mission to save the world and are righteous.

Of course, these revolutionaries were not here to be slaves.

It is extremely difficult to manage the kingdom on such a large bridge.

It is not difficult for these revolutionaries who are trying to subvert the authority of the Tianlong people in the forgotten corner of the world government.

"Big...Sir, you are here again..."

Looking at the tall man in a hood, the supervisor bent his waist and laughed with his waist, trying his best to lower his posture.

Dorag glanced at the workers in the kingdom on the bridge. Strangely, he found that the eyes of these workers not as hot as last time, and there was even a hint of disappointment.

Dorag thought for a moment and shook his head helplessly.

The Revolutionary Army has just started now, and there is no way to save these workers yet.

But Dorager knew very well that if he continued to develop according to the current momentum, the 20-year commitment would not be a waste of money.

"Where has Gerald gone?"

"He...he's gone here..."

"…Did you beat him to death?"

"No, there is nothing! Sir, don't get us wrong!"

The supervisor almost knelt on the ground in fear.

This cloaked man is a god who can affect the weather. Who can afford to offend him?

"It was the Navy, the Navy took them away..."

Dorag frowned: "Navy?"

After the supervisor's description, Dorag understood what was going on.

It turned out that there was a chief officer named "Hai Lan" in the Navy headquarters who spent a lot of money to buy 100 slaves in the Bridge Kingdom every year. Gerald was just taken away by the Navy at the beginning of this year.

Dorag was not slow, and after the supervisor explained this, he suddenly realized.

From the expressions of the workers, Dorag probably read these sentences: Look at the navy, it can save 100 people every year, and your cake is quite large, but God, can you do something practical? Can you rely on some tricks?

“…”

Dorag always feels a little awkward, just like someone is fighting for business with him: "What kind of chess is Hailan playing in the game..."

...

Great route, the sea area around the Shambodia Islands.

A medium-sized cargo ship was slowly drifting on the sea. The reason why it was "drifting" was because all three masts on the ship had been broken.

On the side of the sailboat, there was a handsome man in a black suit and a black windbreaker. The man was wearing a pair of gentle round-frame glasses on his face, but in sharp contrast, the five-blade steel claws stained with blood on his right hand.

"What should I say? Is it really worthy of being the terrifying 'Shadow of Blade' Mr. Rock in Shampoo?"

The person who spoke was a handsome man in a suit, who had black curly hair, sunglasses, and showed a gentlemanly demeanor in every move.

The man named Locke raised his right hand, pushed his sliding glasses with his palm, and smiled faintly: "This is not what the man, Mr. Seniol Pink, should say."

"Lock" is Clow.

Since the "Ghost Spider Incident", he later dealt with the matter of Jinpi's "fishman Karate Instructor". Hailan has no time to distract from many matters in the Shambodi Islands, so everything is left to Kloe to handle.

However, in just a few months, the foreign businessman who looked like a fat sheep became a dark horse in the Shambodi Black Market with his two steel claws.

In the first half of the Great Road, this sea area where even the domineering and domineering are rare, with Clow's strength, as long as it does not provoke Smith, almost no one can pose a threat to Clow.

Clow's code name in the black market is "Black Cat".

But the black cat's "cat claws" are blood-sealed.

Out of recognition and fear of the black cat's strength, the black cat quickly gained a colder nickname in the unstoppable area of ​​Shampoo Land - Shadow of Blade.

People in the world think that a dark horse and an old horse would break out between the "Shadow of the Blade" and the "Golden Finger", but what is surprising is that the two are harmoniously like a family - at least on the surface.

At that time, Hai Lan had not been involved in the Shambodi incident, so Clow naturally did not dare to make a big deal.

First, his military power is much worse than that of the golden finger, and second, he cannot handle it even if he is a lieutenant of the navy.

But now it's different.

The crew members Clow killed were originally slave hunting teams that were preparing to send slaves to Smith, the "Golden Finger".

Another man in suit, Seniol Pink, is the "representative" sent by the Don Quixote family.

It is strange that the name composition of this world is based on the first and the last. Most people, such as Monkey D. Karp, usually call him directly.

But there are also a small number of people who directly call his last name, just like Seniol Pink.

Seniol glanced at Clowe's glasses when he pushed his glasses, showing a gentlemanly smile: "I, Seniol, have always respected men. I respected men like you who are decisive in killing and decisive in their little girl movies, and I respected them the most."

Squeak!

The deck of the cabin was pried open by his subordinates, "We have all found it, Lord Seniol, treasures and slaves!"

"Mr. Locke, how do you plan to distribute the loot this time?"

"The old rules, the treasure belongs to you, and the slave belongs to me."
Chapter completed!