Pirates: Building High Walls Starting from the East Blue

They might not dare to act under the World Government, but what about under someone else?

Then don't blame them for being impolite.

In order to find Vegapunk as soon as possible, and after seeing the various forces involved, the World Government officially ordered the Seven Warlords of the Sea to assist in finding Vegapunk in order to restore order and balance to the seas. At the same time, a bounty of 50 billion Berries was put on Vegapunk.

Life or death, it doesn't matter!

In an instant, with the actions of various forces, the entire Grand Line and the New World began to become unsettled.

On the contrary, the East China Sea... this weakest sea remains unchanged!

It seems that no faction believes any power in this weakest sea has the ability to steal people from the World Government.

Therefore, Xia Che's side was also not affected in any way, and everyone continued to do what they were supposed to do!

Everything is progressing steadily.

And at this time.

On the streets of Cocoa West Village.

A man wearing heart-shaped glasses and dressed like a dancer, looking as if he had just come from a construction site, looked at the scene before him with a weary expression. "Wow, it's quite lively here!"

Then another dancer made a graceful turn, looking at the former captain beside her with a leisurely tone.

"So now... Captain Crowe, can you explain this to me? We were both arrested, but why am I the one carrying bricks at the construction site, my hands all black from carrying so much, while you..."

New suit! New leather shoes!

Even her hair is covered in hair gel?!

Chapter 76 Changes

Zango looked at Kro with a dejected expression.

Ever since he was tricked by that so-called East Blue Overlord, this great pirate with a bounty of 900 million Berries in the East Blue has been working at the Marine 16th Branch construction site until now... How could he not be depressed?

The result is now...

Captain Crowe, who should have been captured with him, was now completely different from this dejected bricklayer.

Dressed in a suit and tie, with a tall and straight figure, bright eyes, and a smile on his face, he looked even more energetic than when he was still a pirate.

Of course, that's not all. What angered him even more was that Captain Crowe... had hair gel on his head?

Is this guy even using hair gel?

Even as a jazz dancer skilled in rap and dance, he was still not as refined as the captain in front of him—Captain Crowe!

We were all captured together, so why should we be the ones to be treated this way?

Zango pressed his right hand against the jazz hat that he hadn't worn in a while, which Captain Crowe had brought him that morning, and covered his stomach with his left hand, making a dance move that he hadn't done in a long time at the construction site.

The long-absent movements filled him with emotion. He stepped forward, facing the front, but slowly backed away. After taking a few steps, he turned his head to look at Crowe again. "Captain Crowe, can you tell me which construction site you work at?"

Then there was a slight pause.

"They even have holidays?"

"..."

Kro looked somewhat embarrassed when faced with Zango's questioning.

Speaking of which, because of the Silent Step technique, after being captured, he was invited to be an instructor for the 16th Naval Division's cadets. Although he hesitated at the time, various things happened afterward...

After the arrival of the Admiral, the Bartholomew Kuma incident, the Alabasta incident, and the Navy Branch 16 Commendation Conference, he officially joined the Navy Branch 16 and became a formal instructor of the Navy Branch 16.

But before Kro could say anything after adjusting his glasses, Zango, who was dancing, tilted his head and looked at the lively Cocoyasi Village in front of him. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I've worked so hard for so many days, let me enjoy myself first! Captain Kro."

As he spoke, Zango glided along with his dance steps and ran happily toward the lively area.

Kro looked helpless but didn't say anything. He knew that as the captain, what he was doing was already betraying his comrades.

He pushed up his glasses again and followed behind his companion.

But I have to say, Zango is still the same as ever!

however.

Haven't walked a few steps yet.

"Captain Kro~, please come and pay the bill!" Wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and stuffing something into his mouth, Zango suddenly turned around and shouted at Kro, "I didn't bring any money. These guys are treating me like I'm trying to dine and dash."

At this shout, everyone immediately turned to look at Kro.

"..."

Kro, who was being watched by everyone, walked over with a dark face and was about to say something when...

"Oh, is that Instructor Kro?" The guy in the chef's uniform and hat suddenly leaned out from the stall, looked at Kro, and said in surprise, "Is this guy who ate and dashed your friend?"

As soon as these words fell.

"Instructor Kro?"

Having not eaten this kind of food for a while, Zango, who was stuffing large mouthfuls into his mouth, turned his head and looked at Kro with a puzzled expression, as if he wanted to say something.

“Jar?” Klo, who had been frowning, suddenly remembered something and looked at the young cook at the stall, saying, “What are you doing…”

"This is my family's stall. It's a holiday today, so I came here to help out." The young chef, called Jar, scratched his head a little embarrassedly, but then looked at Chloe's friend and patted his chest generously. "Since you're the instructor's friend, then you're my friend, Jar. Help yourself! Instructor Chloe, would you like to try some?"

"Well..." Kro, who was initially uninterested, became curious when he saw that it was actually a stall run by one of his students. "Give me one too!"

The words fell.

"Please wait a moment!" Hearing that the instructor really wanted to try his cooking, Jarl seemed to get excited as well, tightening the kitchen towel around his forehead with a serious expression. "Looks like I'll have to show you my real skills. Let Instructor Kro see my true culinary skills!"

Before Klo, whose face was full of black lines, could say anything, Jarl's entire demeanor changed instantly, and he seemed to exude the aura of a top chef.

however.

Not a moment.

"All done! The legendary grilled squid from the most beautiful country in the East Sea—the secret recipe of the Goa Kingdom!" Jarl handed a plate of grilled squid to Klo, saying solemnly, "Enjoy!"

This picture.

This expression.

That's impressive.

Kro: ...

Silence fell again.

If he hadn't heard that big, simple-minded guy mention the legend at the dock that the royal family of the Kingdom of Goa didn't pass down the recipe for sesame cakes, he almost would have believed it.

Isn't this just a regular grilled squid?

Of course, Kro didn't have any expectations.

After all, this was a teppanyaki squid stall.

If you don't sell grilled squid, what do you sell?

really.

Before he could even take it, Zango, who was standing next to him, came over with a curious look, tore off a piece, tasted it, frowned, and said, "Isn't this the same as mine?"

As soon as these words fell.

"Please, even if you know, don't tell anyone!" Jarl, who was striking a cool chef pose, rolled his eyes and looked at Zango speechlessly. "I was planning to let Instructor Kro see my efforts so that training would be a little easier!"

"..."

This guy.

Kro looked annoyed, but still took the grilled squid, casually pulled out a few pesos and placed them on the table, saying expressionlessly, "Take the money!"

"No need, instructor, consider it my treat!" Jarl took the money, stuffed it back into the hand, and quickly said, "If you feel really bad, instructor, please let me rest a little longer during training!"

however.

“In that case, I’ll accept it!” Kro pushed up his glasses, a faint smile on his face, and looked at Jarl.

That smile... made Jarl excited, thinking he had successfully bribed them, and he was even preparing to brag about it to his classmates when he got back, but before he could even say anything excitedly...

I saw.

Kro, holding the squid, turned his head and leisurely left the stall with Zango, who was looking at him with curiosity. As he walked, he said casually, "Don't worry, I'll treat you well during training too. I'll train for you for an extra hour for free!"

As soon as these words fell.

Jarl: ...

Then, looking utterly devastated, she shouted at Chloe's retreating figure, "No! Instructor Chloe, you should just pay the bill! I won't treat you, okay?"

only.

Kro seemed oblivious to the students' wails, having already left the stall with Zango. He elegantly savored the grilled squid with a faint smile, as if he were in a very pleasant mood.

Zango, standing to the side, looked on with confusion and surprise. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Captain Crowe, you've changed!"

“Perhaps. After all, I’ve found a captain I can follow!” Hearing Django’s words, Kro didn’t say much. Instead, he adjusted his glasses, looked calmly at Django, and said directly, “That’s a great man who will make a name for himself on the high seas. What do you think, Django?”

Chapter 77 Where to Go

"Really?"

Upon hearing Captain Crowe's direct words, Zango's face also calmed down, and he looked at Captain Crowe in return.

The moment he saw Captain Crowe, he knew what was going on.

The fact that he could come and go freely, and even bring him out, meant he couldn't possibly be a construction worker carrying bricks, and he sounded like some kind of training instructor.

He just didn't expect Captain Crowe to be so direct.

After a moment of silence, Zango leisurely glided through the air, as if he had recovered, and said with a smile, "This is truly unexpected! The former captain of the Black Cat Pirates, Kuro, has also defected to another force, Captain Kuro!"

Then, after a slight pause, she made a graceful turn.

"Could you give me some time to think about it? I'm really tired after carrying bricks for so many days. Let me enjoy myself for a bit first!"

Looking at the bustling street in front of me.