Pirates: Green Bull Marshal

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Vidal was pretending, with a helpless wry smile on his face.

"I'm kind enough to bring you a gift, but you have such an attitude, it's too sad!"

But without any hesitation, he handcuffed Hailou Shi's handcuffs on Zangjing's hands. Suddenly the other party became sluggish and no longer had the strength to shout.

It's just that those hateful eyes didn't weaken in the slightest, on the contrary they became even more resentful.

"Hey, look at your eyes, shouldn't you thank me?"

Vidal said, got himself a spring bed sofa, sat down, and put the little manatee in his arms next to him.

Seeing that he had something serious to do, the little manatee stopped clinging to him and sat on the sofa obediently.

"Thank u?!"

Lying on the wooden board, Zangjing's eyes widened in disbelief. It was the first time he had seen such a shameless person.

"That's right, according to the rules of the loser eating dust, normally you would either die now, or be imprisoned in that ghost place in Jinjin City to suffer, and now you can lie here comfortably and talk, don't you?" Should I thank you?"

Vidal's seemingly reasonable and well-founded words stunned the Tibetan scriptures, and a strange idea suddenly appeared in his heart.

It seems to be the truth, but something is wrong...

"What the hell do you want to do!"

In desperation, Zangjing had no choice but to grit his teeth and ask.

"Yes, it seems that you have calmed down, let's talk about it." Vidal raised his mouth slightly, very satisfied with the current situation.

"I left your life because I think you are still valuable, and you may be able to help me in some places."

"You want to threaten the 'Golden Lion' with me?" Cantonese sneered, "If you are thinking about it, then I advise you to give up as soon as possible. Don't say that I don't have such a big meeting, even if you catch the 'gentleman' It's useless, that man doesn't have any weaknesses!"

"Uh, that's not what I mean, although I don't agree with the statement that the 'Golden Lion' has no weaknesses." Vidal shook his head.

He threatened Shiji to do something, it's inexplicable, isn't it?

As for the weakness, tsk tsk tsk, it seems that even the scriptures under his control don't understand how deep Shiji's 'love' for Roger is!

For Roger, the 'Golden Lion' went berserk, and he dared to make a big fuss with Marin Vanduo alone!

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense anymore and let's show my cards right away. I'm attracted to you because of your fish-man karate, fish-man judo, combat experience, and the strength of your armed haki."

"What!"

When he first heard the first half sentence of the Tibetan scriptures, his face turned pale, and the old chrysanthemum tightened even more.

He thought that this three-meter-tall young man had some special hobbies and what he wanted to do to himself by locking himself in this strange space.

But when he heard the whole passage, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that Vidal's demands were not too much.

"You want me to teach you fishman karate and judo and then be your sparring partner?" Zangjing asked unwillingly.

"That's right!"

Vidal smiled expectantly.

In the previous battles, he discovered the problem of his unstable foundation. If he wants to make up for it with the best efficiency, he must find someone who is strong enough to fight continuously, temper his armed domineering, and improve himself. combat experience.

But the problem is that there are no suitable candidates around me, even if there are, they can't practice boxing with me for a long time.

This may be why Garp didn't find someone to practice against, but went to Hammer Mountain instead.

The Sengoku and Zefa in the naval headquarters can indeed be his opponent, but everyone has their own things to do, so how can they accompany him!

But the scripture in front of him is different, he is strong enough, and he is still his own prisoner, he can come to fight anytime and anywhere, and he is not afraid of being discovered!

So he suppressed the original plan A, prepared to make good use of the opponent, and then implement plan A to completely squeeze out its final value.

But for now, let's coax.

"Look, if you teach me physical skills and help me exercise my arrogance, won't you be able to live forever? I will definitely take care of your food and drink. You can choose your food and eat whatever you want!"

"As for accommodation, look at this place, it doesn't rain, let alone wind, and it's neither cold nor hot. It's great. If you satisfy me, I can even give you a cabin to live in."

Vidal looked at the Tibetan Scriptures with a smile and said, "How is it? Are you very tempted?"

"I bother!"

Zangjing was furious.

"You are asking me to be your slave! Don't even think about it. Even if I die on the spot for you, I won't let you succeed!"

"Hey, you are tough?" Vidal raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, let me see how strong your bones are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp wooden dagger came out of his palm, and then he threw it to the side of Zangjing with a clang.

"Come on, kill yourself." Vidal said softly.

At the same time, activate the fruit ability to loosen the wood and vines on the Tibetan scriptures so that they can move.

"you!--"

Zangjing looked at the dagger in shock, and swallowed subconsciously.

"Don't tell me that the Hailoushi handcuffs make you so weak that you don't even have the strength to commit suicide with a dagger."

Vidal pressed on step by step, looking down indifferently.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Hearing the Tibetan scriptures, he gritted his teeth and sat up, picked up the sharp dagger, but the hand was trembling because of weakness, nervousness, or fear.

But when he saw the tip of the dagger pointing directly at himself, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He originally thought that with his decades of killing experience, he could face death very calmly, but now that he really wanted to commit suicide, he found that fear still filled his heart uncontrollably.

"Ah."

Vidal secretly laughed in his heart, people are like this, they may be able to face being killed calmly, but it is difficult to kill themselves with their own hands.

And this is not just jumping off a building, jumping into a river, or taking poison, but asking him to stab himself to death with a dagger. The fear he has to face is even greater!

Of course, it doesn't mean that no one can do this kind of thing, it's just that he bet that the Buddhist scriptures in front of him are not that kind of person.

First, this person is older. The older he is, the more he fears death. Second, he is not afraid of losing the bet.

Even if this Tibetan scripture really stabs him with a dagger later, he can wipe out the dagger in an instant.

No matter what, Zangjing cannot die now!

[Dangling——]

There was a sound of gold and iron falling when the dagger was released from his hand, Cangjing closed his eyes in pain, and sighed: "You won!"

In the end, he still failed to stab himself to death...

"That's right, it's better to die than to live. Since you can continue to breathe and live, why rush to report to Huangquan."

Vidal touched it casually, and saw that the dagger split into twelve dal in an instant, and then shot into Zangjing's body like a bullet.

This caused blood holes to appear on the Tibetan scriptures in an instant, and the severe pain made him very angry.

"Didn't you say you won't kill the old man!"

But soon, he noticed a burst of green light coming out of his body, not only the twelve blood holes that had just formed healed quickly, but even the previous injuries were recovering.

"This...this is..."

"I have inserted twelve seeds into your body. Each of your internal organs and other vital parts has a seed parasitic on it. I think you should understand the meaning of this, Mr. Zangjing."

Vidal laughed.

Although the sea floor stone handcuffs are good, you can't let him wear them during sparring. That won't bring out much of his strength at all.

Therefore, these seeds are the second means of restraining and threatening the Tibetan scriptures to obey.

And the parallel space of this door fruit is the third level.

"Humph!"

Zangjing's face was dark, and he turned his head, as if he didn't want to talk to him.