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Damian's expression immediately turned serious.

This was certainly not the first time Guina had communicated with him.

Although the two did not contact each other frequently, they were not completely out of touch.

Previously, every time Kuina contacted him, it was simply to share with him what interesting things she had encountered during her voyages.

"What happened?"

Damian asked.

"I'm currently being hunted down by some troublesome guy."

Even while being chased, Kuina's voice remained calm and composed: "If you have time, come and help; if not, that's fine too."

"Being hunted down?"

Damian frowned slightly. "Who is this person?"

Judging by the timeline, Kuina and the others should still be at the front of the park.

Is there any powerful being in that sea area who can suppress Kuina?

She's already awakened Armament Haki.

She should be the one relentlessly hunting down and killing others.

unless--

"Not long after entering the Grand Line, I defeated several groups of ignorant pirates. Then, someone came to my door and invited me to join some kind of studio."

Guina said calmly, "I tested them, and it seems they aren't qualified to invite me."

Damian's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this, and he roughly guessed what Guina meant by "testing".

But the studio? So, it really is connected to that crocodile after all?

That's right, that guy's influence extends almost throughout the entire entrance area of ​​the Grand Line.

"It was like stirring up a hornet's nest; wave after wave of assassins started coming to our door."

Kuina continued, "It's so annoying, I've decided to go and take care of them all."

"But the problem is that they don't know who their leader is either. I have to search base by base. Luckily, I met a guy who claimed to be a high-ranking officer along the way. From him, I learned that their base is in Alabasta."

"So, he took you to Alabasta?"

Damian sighed. "And then, the person who appeared before you was Crocodile?"

"Yes, I slashed him once, but the wound wasn't deep enough, so I can't get any closer to him now."

Kuina said with great regret, "Just like you said, the Sand-Sand Fruit user is a bit unreasonable in the desert. I couldn't cut through his sandstorm, and I also had to take care of Nami and the others, so I had no choice but to run away."

"Understood,"

Damian nodded slightly. "You can still speak to me so calmly, so it seems you're doing alright?"

"Now I'm wandering in the Alabasta desert."

Kuina said, "I've inexplicably become a villain who intends to overthrow the country, and now I'm wanted by the King's Army, the Navy, and Crocodile. I can't even enter the city."

"Is that so?"

Damian said, "Hold on for a few more days, I'll be right there."

"Um."

After calmly replying with an "Mmm," Guina hung up the phone.

Damian then looked up. "Barto, it seems we need to enter the Grand Line ahead of schedule."

I was also saying I'd go to the windmill village, but it looks like I'll have to wait until next time.

"Hahaha! I couldn't be happier!"

Bartolomeo showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he became excited.

What are some fun things to do in the East China Sea?

There's nothing to be proud of if you win against a bunch of trash.

Only the Grand Line, that is the promised land where the Moretti family forged their fame!

Damian stood up. "Well then, Mr. Zeff, Mr. Sanji, we must take our leave now."

"Mr. Damian,"

Sanji couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Crocodile, isn't he one of the legendary Seven Warlords of the Sea? Even on a global scale, he's one of the most powerful pirates!"

"You curly-browed guy, are you looking down on your older brother?"

Before Damian could even speak, Barto couldn't hold back any longer, "Just a mere Shichibukai!"

A mere Shichibukai?

Sanji's lips twitched slightly.

That guy really dares to say that, with that rooster-like haircut.

Even he knew that, apart from the Four Emperors, the Seven Warlords of the Sea were already the top pirates on the sea.

A small family in the East Blue is now saying they want to challenge such a great pirate? Isn't that courting death?

He could only look at Damian with worry.

Sanji is indeed a very gentle person. Even though they have only met once, he can't help but worry about himself.

Damian chuckled softly, "Of course it's not like what Barto said, a mere Seven Warlords of the Sea? Only the Pirate Emperor and the Marine Admirals are qualified to say such things."

"But, if it's Crocodile,"

He smirked. "I don't want to be too rude, but he's the challenger."

If it were Crocodile at his peak twenty years ago, a player who could rival Barrett, Damian certainly wouldn't think he could win.

However, this Crocodile, who can only be compared to the fat Moria and called the Sleeping Dragon and the Young Phoenix, is a different story.

"Of course!"

Barto nodded as a matter of course.

Sanji's lips twitched.

Damian's hair is as puffy as a rooster's comb!

Isn't this just sending them to their deaths?

Are we just going to watch them go and die?

The woman on the phone must be a very important person to Damian, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone all the way to oppose a Shichibukai.

In this way, it's impossible to bring myself to say anything to stop them.

Are we just going to stand by and watch them go to their deaths?

Sanji took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled a perfectly round smoke ring. "Count me in."

"Um?"

Damian looked at him in surprise. Was there really such a good thing?

But Damian still said seriously, "This has nothing to do with you, Sanji."

"Brother Damian, you're my greatest benefactor! Even though the mohawk guy is an idiot, he's still my friend."

Sanji was even more serious, "I can't just stand by and do nothing while my friends are in danger!"

"You curly-browed bastard!!"

Barto's eyes welled up with tears again as he hugged his friend tightly, moved. "Alright! Let's conquer the Grand Line together! Let's see what kind of scum this so-called Shichibukai really is!"

Sanji looked disgusted, but he didn't push him away.

"Although he's not very capable, he should still be able to be of some help."

Zeff, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, "Take this kid to see the vastness of this world, Mr. Damian."

Although both Damian and Bartolomeo were confident, it was still too risky to go against the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

No matter what, Bartolomeo is his disciple. If it weren't for his age and broken leg, Zeff would have liked to catch up with him himself.

"In that case..."

Damian nodded seriously, "I will bring Sanji back safely."

This is truly a twist of fate.

Sanji actually boarded the ship.

What a gentle man.

Sanji hurriedly packed a few clothes, and the three of them prepared to leave.

"You old geezer!"

Before leaving, Sanji didn't forget to give Zeff a stern warning: "Keep the head chef position safe for me. When I get back, it'll be mine!"

Faced with the kid's provocation, Zeff simply replied calmly, "Take care of yourself, Sanji."

"..."

Sanji was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Hey! Curly Eyebrows! You're crying!"

Barto burst out laughing as if he'd witnessed something extraordinary. "Uncle Zeff, you've made Curly Eyebrows cry!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Sanji scoffed. "Brother Damian, how do we get there? Taking a boat probably won't make it in time, right?"

"Of course, that's right."

Damian casually pointed his finger, and the puppet strings were already connected to Bartolomeo and Sanji.

The next instant, the three of them shot into the sky simultaneously.

"Hey! It's flying!"

The members of Baratie could only watch helplessly as they turned into tiny dots, accompanied by Sanji's screams.

A few seconds later.

"Eh!!"

Landing on the deck of the Sky Sword, Sanji exclaimed in disbelief, "There's a ship up in the clouds?!"

So it wasn't a cloud sitting in the sky, it was a boat!

But why would there be a ship?

"You're making a fuss over nothing, aren't you? Curly eyebrows!"

Barto laughed.

He had completely forgotten how surprised he was when the Sky Sword took off.

"Let's go back to Loguetown first."

Damian said, "To get to Alabasta, we need a pointer."

Permanent guides from major countries along the Grand Line are not rare items; they are sold in Loguetown.

However, it was at this moment that...

Brub brub brub.

The Den Den Mushi rang again.

Damian frowned.

Could something have happened to Kuina so soon?

"Click".

The call was connected.

"Young Master,"

Unexpectedly, it was Uncle Talon's voice coming from the other end: "A guy who claims to be your junior brother is here."

"Junior brother?"

Damian's lips twitched slightly.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Roggetown, Moretti Estate, reception room.

The two men cautiously looked around and touched everything.

"These are all antiques! Joseph, be careful! We couldn't afford to pay for them even if we sold them all!"

"Of course I know! Tsk, that's incredibly extravagant, even the doorknobs are gold-plated!"

The two men turned around almost simultaneously and looked at the man sitting on the sofa, gulping down alcohol.

In unison, they exclaimed, "Brother Zoro! So you really do have such a wealthy senior brother?"