The Steady Mage in the Pirate World

In the office of ‘Yuyan’, the most luxurious casino in Rainland, Alabasta’s dream city, Jesus Bu was sitting on the sofa with a relaxed look on his face, half-smiling.

Behind a large desk opposite him stood Crocodile with a ferocious face and a cigar in his mouth.

"Kill and silence?" Crocodile snorted, "I'm just reminding you that there are some things you can say and some things you can't say. Don't think that just because the guy with white beard said you are the best gunman in the world, you really mean it. It is the best in the world..."

Crocodile leaned forward, his face looking very ugly.

"Even if that old guy with white beard is standing in front of me, he is not qualified to talk to me like this!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Jesus looked like he was in need of beating, wagging his index finger.

"Oh, that's awesome. Even Whitebeard is not qualified to talk to you like that. You are such a boaster. What I know is that you escaped from Whitebeard's hands by luck. People who don't know think you and Whitebeard's five It’s five open!”

Before Jesus Bu could finish his words, Crocodile had already stretched out his hand angrily.

"Desert sword!"

A blade made of sand fell off Crocodile's hand and slashed at Jesus Bu.

Bang bang bang...

The gun went off!

The desert sword released by Crocodile collapsed amidst the gunfire, and finally turned into gravel and returned to Crocodile's hand.

call!

Jesus raised the pistol in his hand and gently blew away the smoke from the muzzle.

"Do you know?" Jesus smiled brightly at Crocodile, "I once talked to the president of our chamber of commerce about the Shichibukai..."

Jesus paused for a moment and glanced at the expressionless Crocodile.

"In the eyes of ordinary pirates, the Shichibukai Under the King is a collection of big pirates, and they are all very cruel..."

Jesus raised his hand and made a gesture.

"Like a wolf!"

"A very poor metaphor," Crocodile sneered.

"Yeah, we know you like crocodiles, but this is a wolf metaphor," Jesus continued.

"But in fact this is not the case. For example, Hawkeye Mihawk, with his cold appearance and kind heart, cannot be considered a wolf at all. He can only be said to be an arrogant Alaskan."

"Humph..." Crocodile sneered again.

"Not to mention Bartholomew Bear. He is kinder than Mihawk. At most, he can be regarded as a Samoyed in wolf's clothing."

"Haha!"

"Boya Hancock is a fox dog with a proud personality, cute and gentle..." Jesus said with a smile, "Jinbei may have been a member of the wolf pack, but now he is at most a shepherd. Just a dog."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Crocodile said with a sneer.

"These words were not said by me, but by our leader." Jesus looked directly into Crocodile's eyes. "Among the entire Shichibukai, the only ones who can really be counted as wolves are you and Doflamingo."

"Really?" Crocodile snorted, "Then do I still want to thank you for your compliment!"

"That's not necessary." The corner of Jesus Bu's mouth raised slightly, "Because our leader's next sentence is, but you are a loser who was kicked out of the wolf pack, and Doflamingo is the wolf king! ”

Swish!

One of Crocodile's arms fell off from his body and turned into two gravel blades. They rushed towards the Jesus cloth, one on the left and one on the right. Wherever they passed, even the marble floor was cut deep. Deep marks.

Bang bang bang bang!

After four gunshots, the two gravel blades disintegrated again and turned into yellow sand on the ground.

"Okay, the chat is over!"

Jesus quickly turned the pistol in his hand, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Now, Crocodile, what explanation are you going to give us about the fact that you first sent someone to assassinate our president, and then instigated people from the Baroque Working Society to spread rumors and destroy the reputation of our chamber of commerce?"

"Or..."

Jesus glanced at the yellow sand on the ground.

"Is this your reply to us?"

"So what?"

Crocodile replied gloomily.

"If yes, let's start a war!" Jesus replied very cheerfully, "Our Chamber of Commerce has already killed one Shichibukai, and we don't care if we kill one more!"

"Then let's start a war!"

Crocodile showed no sign of weakness and raised the golden hook in his hand and pointed it at Jesus Bu, "I have long wanted to see how powerful the best gunner in the world that Whitebeard said is!"

"Here?"

Jesus glanced at the artificial lake where crocodiles were farmed, the artificial waterfalls and flowing water everywhere.

"You will die miserably!"

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability..." Crocodile replied tit for tat.

boom!

After a loud noise, a man dressed like a European swordsman was knocked away by a large iron rod before the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.

"It's so boring..." A certain Erha yawned lazily.

Behind her were Bellemeier, who was dressed as an adjutant, and Sindori, who had changed into a military uniform, as well as the billionaires and elders of the Baroque Works who were lying on the ground, almost covering the entire street. them.

"Bermere, tell the brothers to speed up..." A certain Erha looked like he couldn't cheer up.

"The strength of these people in Baroque Works is weaker than the last, but their bragging skills are stronger than the others, hey hey hey..."

A certain Erha seemed to have discovered a new world. His eyes were shining as he looked at the swordsman he had beaten out.

"I didn't notice it just now, but this guy's sword is pretty good!"

boom!

After a swift side kick, a certain swordsman who was swung against the wall by a Erha's stick suddenly flew out sideways. The long sword originally held in his hand also flew out and landed on a white and tender little one. in hand.

Swish!

The long sword was unsheathed, then he flexibly held a sword flower in the air and put it back into the sheath.

"It is indeed a good sword!"

Sindori weighed the long sword she got from the guy from the Baroque Works who called himself Mr. 11, and then threw it to Bellemel who was standing behind Arrita without any regrets.

"But it's not the same as my swordsmanship, so I'll give it to you, Bellemere!"

"Let me try..."

Bellmere pulled out his long sword without noticing anything and looked at the flame-like lines on the sword against the sun.

Swish!

With a fierce slash of the sword, an elder who had just turned from the side and was holding a pistol fell to the ground on the spot under Bellemeier's sword, and even the pistol was chopped into two pieces.

"Yeah, it is indeed a good sword!"

Bellemere put her long sword into its sheath without looking at the elder who fell to the ground.

"I accepted it shamelessly, and when we go back, I will give it to Nami and Nokigao!"

"Isn't one sword enough for two people?"

A certain Erha narrowed his eyes and glanced at the people in the Baroque Work Club.

"Good things come in pairs!"

boom!

Just when Erha just finished saying this, there was a loud noise from the direction of Yuyan, followed by a burst of dust and sand, and the weather in the rainy land seemed to suddenly turn into a sandstorm.

"Hahaha……"

A hearty laugh came from the direction of Yu Yan, "Didn't I tell you? Crocodile, if you fight me here, you will die miserably!"