I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Crocus murmured to himself in the sunset, a smile spreading across his face:

"You agree, right, Roger?"

"Who knows?"

With a soft creak, Roger stepped out from inside the lighthouse gate and stood side by side with Crocus, both gazing at the Straw Hat Pirates who had just set sail.

"So... what are you doing in the Grand Line? You're already so old, do you still plan to become a pirate?"

Crocus picked up a bottle of liquor, and he and Roger each took a bottle and started drinking.

"I left ONEPEICE in Laugh Tale back then because I had a terminal illness that even you couldn't cure, and I didn't have time left."

“But now…” Roger smiled and glanced at Rouge behind him.

"I'm not old yet, aren't I, Rouge?"

Rouge continued to blush.

"Anyway, let's get back to the point," Roger said seriously. "Besides Ace, I've watched these kids grow up; they're practically like my second or third sons."

"You treat Garp's grandson as your own son?" Crocus was shocked.

Roger choked for a moment.

"In short, after they all left, I had no more attachments."

At this point, Roger's tone shifted, and his expression brightened:

"Of course I should take advantage of this great opportunity to travel around and see old friends and former shipmates."

This story teaches us that children shouldn't go home casually, otherwise they might discover that their parents have secretly gone on a trip without taking them along.

Chapter 1030 Why Wait for Future Generations? We Are the Sun

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Chapter 1031 Crow's Show of Force

Wanwu Island, a beautifully decorated mansion.

In the room on the second floor, Chloe stood in front of the full-length mirror, examining herself in the mirror and tidying her appearance, combing her hair meticulously.

The person in the mirror had a slicked-back hairstyle typical of a big boss, a tall and slender figure, a sharp suit, and gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Compared to ten years ago, he has lost some of his coldness, but gained an indescribable aura of a powerful figure.

"Ten years have passed without us even realizing it."

The man in the suit in the mirror smiled slightly, a hint of emotion in his eyes, and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with the back of his hand.

"These past ten years have finally come to an end after hardship."

He raised his hands, and immediately a maid draped a luxurious mink cloak over his shoulders.

A gentle breeze stirred, fluttering the curtains and rustling a stack of newspapers on the table, which were old issues of tabloids.

Cloth closed the newspaper that had been blown away, looked at himself in the mirror, and a look of emotion appeared in his eyes.

"Thinking back to my days as a pirate in the East Blue, it all feels so distant..."

Kro narrowed his eyes.

Initially, he grew tired of the pirate life and only wanted to find a place in the East Blue to escape the Navy's pursuit and live a peaceful but monotonous life as a wealthy countryman.

He was initially forced to board Sieg's ship, but in his heart he was unwilling.

Later, as Sieg's achievements became more and more exaggerated, and the legends became more and more outrageous... Kro had long since given up the idea of ​​escaping.

Moreover, after arriving at Wanwu Island that year, he had another idea.

A commercial island like Wanwu Island is more suitable for him to make his mark.

Moreover, since this place is ostensibly the territory of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, but secretly the domain of the kings of the underworld, and now with the addition of another Seven Warlord, the Navy cannot easily intervene, nor do they need to worry about being hunted down by the Navy.

Compared to his initial dream, this was clearly a better choice for the wealthy country folk in the East China Sea.

"After ten years of hard work, the first five-year plan and ten-year strategy I set out back then have been basically completed, and I have achieved my wish and started living a peaceful but monotonous life."

This island could be described as a bustling prison, though one cannot leave. But in his early years, Clooney's ambitions were nothing more than to become a wealthy countryman... In comparison, it's still better than he had anticipated.

Chloe took one last look at herself in the mirror, then pushed open the door and went out.

Stepping out of the room, I went up a long staircase to the spacious lobby on the first floor.

"Going to discuss business again?" A faint voice came from behind Kro.

Kro turned around.

At the far end of this spacious reception hall, a tall, imposing man stood with his back to him, hands clasped behind his back, his brilliant blond hair casually draped behind his head, exuding an aura of dominance.

The blond man did not turn around, but stared fixedly at the huge portrait hanging on the front wall of the hall.

The portrait depicts Siegfried in his original form, with his chin slightly raised and his expression a half-smile.

"I've found that if you stare at this portrait for more than 60 seconds, it becomes more and more pleasing to the eye, and you can discern a deeply hidden air of dominance in the boss's eyes."

The blond man sighed deeply.

He turned around, his face bearing an expression that was almost identical to the one in the portrait—a half-smile.

Kro didn't say anything; he simply took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes a few times.

“Gilman, don’t make that face in front of me. It reminds me of unpleasant things, and my hands still feel like they hurt.”

Kro put his glasses back on.

He didn't want to relive the pain of the strong acid corroding his palms.

Although Crocus treated the wound back then, and it healed relatively quickly and miraculously left no scar, there are some things that Crocus cannot cure.

"I talked to you about this before, about negotiating a deal worth 100 million."

Kro turned and walked towards the mansion gate.

But as soon as the door was pushed open, Gilman's figure appeared again in a flash.

“I’m going to the Shock Department. I’ll go ahead,” Gilman said in a deep voice, turning his back to Crow and walking away with his hands behind his back.

Kro put a hand to his forehead.

Gilman was appointed by Sieg as the leader of the Isle of Everything outpost, while he remained as his deputy.

The cooperation between the two parties was relatively harmonious, but this person seemed to be overly imitating Sieg and liked to speak with his back to others.

Just as he was about to leave, a subordinate rushed up beside him:

"Lord Kro, the latest news is that a group of fishmen have arrived at the port. The leader is a white-haired, blue-skinned shark fishman. They claim to be an old acquaintance of yours and are on their way."

"Oh?"

Kro's voice rose a few octaves, and he paused in his steps toward the door.

Is that Ah Long...?

Kro was not entirely unaware of Ah Long's situation.

After the Shattered Void incident, the Sig Mountain Bandits appeared to have fallen apart, but in reality, they scattered to different places, quietly retreating behind the scenes to secretly lie low and accumulate strength.

People like Ah Long, whose identities were concealed by Sieg himself, and those like the Sword God Joseph and the Sword Saint Johnny, who had no bounty, are extremely rare.

They are free to travel around the world and live their own lives.

Others remain hidden behind the scenes, such as the Thriller Bark headquarters in the Devil's Triangle, quietly accumulating power.

Unlike Kuro, who had long been in the Navy's sights, the only suitable place for him was this special island of all things.

Once they leave, they will likely be the focus of the navy's pursuit.

From this perspective, although he was living the monotonous life he had always dreamed of, as a former pirate, he still envied Arlong to some extent.

"I heard he opened an amusement park in the East China Sea... Is he coming to Wanwu Island this time to expand his business?"

Kroos pondered for a moment, then silently retracted the foot he had stepped out.

"Tell Ah Long that I'm waiting here, and tell him to come over."

Kloss pondered.

"What about the business deal we agreed on before?" the subordinate asked hesitantly.

"It's just a small goal, we can just push it aside. There are much more important things to do now."

Kro turned around and went back to the living room on the first floor.

On this island, Crowe and Gilman are the real bosses of the business.

Friendship is friendship. If Ah Long wants to expand his business, that's fine, but of course, seniority must be considered, and he should first understand who's in charge here.

Kro walked to the wall of the hall and suddenly remembered Gilman from before, so he imitated him, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the huge portrait on the wall.

That way, when Ah Long enters the room, the first thing you'll see is his incredibly stylish back view.

The second thing you'll see is the huge portrait overhead, the gaze of the bandit king.jpg.

This is called a show of force.

After waiting for a moment, footsteps gradually sounded behind them, followed by the sound of the mansion gate being pushed open.

"You've arrived." Kro stood proudly with his hands behind his back, leaving Aaron and the others with only his back to him, and spoke calmly.

Chapter 1032 Seastone Sword

"You've arrived?" Kro said softly, his back to the door.

There was a moment of silence behind me; no one spoke, as if they were frightened.

This reaction pleased Kro.

Gilman had used this tactic before; this hall had hosted more than one leader of the dark forces of the Island of All Things.

As the legend of the mountain bandit king became more and more exaggerated and outrageous, the effect of this show of force became stronger and stronger.