This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

Ron stepped through the hole in the wall, walked into the secret room, and came to a desk in the secret room.

He glanced at it casually, and it was full of dense transaction lists.

"Good for you……"

Ron suddenly evoked a cold smile.

"Human trafficking, arms smuggling, illegal gambling, and usury... You have done everything you shouldn't have done..."

The man in the suit knelt on the ground with a bang, and slammed his head on the floor, leaving clear blood marks on the floor.

"My lord... I beg you, let me go!!"

"I can give you as much money as you want!!"

"One hundred million Baileys!? No, one billion Baileys!!"

Ron turned around slowly, looking down at the guy in front of him who was doing quite well in the underground world.

"Last chance...give me the correct answer!"

The man in the suit was taken aback.

He gritted his teeth suddenly, and suddenly pulled out a pistol from behind and aimed it at his chin.

boom!

Blood spattered from his forehead.

He fell slowly.

A huge pool of blood appeared shockingly under his body.

This ruthless guy would rather commit suicide than say the buyer's name! ?

Ron couldn't help but froze.

He squinted at the corpse on the ground for a moment, then turned around and turned around in the desk.

After a while, he found a card in a dark compartment of the desk drawer.

It was a playing card.

Blood red... clown.

"Joker... It really is you... But, why did you use so much manpower and material resources to buy a lot of arms?"

Ron murmured sharply.

For some reason, when he saw that poker card, Ron felt extremely uneasy.

He took the playing card away directly, and the figure disappeared in place.

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10 minutes later.

Calm harbor.

It was the same boat.

With some meat and vegetables in his hands, Ron looked at the deck of the boat, and there was no one on the deck.

"Haven't you come back yet?"

he murmured softly.

He looked down at the blood stains on his hands, thought for a while, and went to the faucet next to him to wash the blood away with clean water.

Then he stood up, moved his nose, and found that he still smelled of alcohol and blood, so he took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit one and smoked.

After smoking a cigarette, he boarded the boat.

Light the stove and start cooking.

Floating on the sea for the past few days, the two of them almost starved to death. Now that we have bought vegetables, let's cook a delicious meal.

She... probably hasn't eaten a hot home-cooked meal in all these years...

Thinking of this, Ron smiled softly as he looked at the hotly fried meat and vegetables in front of him.

Time passed slowly.

The crimson sunset gradually sank into the sea.

The crowds on the street gradually became thinner, and the shops on both sides were also closed.

Fragments of moonlight rose from the other side of the sea.

Night falls.

The port became extremely quiet, with smoke rising from the kitchen, and the faint laughter of children could be heard from every household.

Not far away, the street lamps on both sides of the street were quietly lighting up, reflecting each other with the cold moonlight in the night sky.

One hour,

two hours,

Three hours,

……

The lights of every house in the distance gradually went out, and snoring replaced laughter.

The quiet night came as promised.

on the dark port,

A young man sat there with a cigarette in his mouth, without saying a word.

Looking at the completely cold dishes and soup in front of him, he suddenly smiled reluctantly:

"Are you not coming back..."

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I'm not feeling well today, and the update is a little less, sorry.

Chapter 85 You Have More Important Things

"Mr. Navy:

Sorry I have to go.

I have troubled you for the past two days. As for your meal, I probably won't be able to eat it, although I do look forward to your cooking skills, Mr. Navy.

Thank you so much for saving me in Alabasta, and for letting me know, well... not everyone wants me to die.

But, we are not the same kind of people after all.

But thinking about it, it's a bit regretful. I've been sleeping in the cabin by myself these few days. I didn't expect that you really didn't come in. I was looking forward to it.

Hahaha, just kidding, your face is probably turning red again, right?

You look so deflated, you're still cute.

All right, Mr. Navy, I'm off.

I bought this dress casually, and I don't know if it fits or not.

(Shh...you have a pretty good figure, but...if you can avoid getting hurt, don't get hurt.)

By the way, dear Mr. Navy...

Next time we meet, could I trouble you to ask me my name?

I will definitely tell you.

If there is a next time.

——Miss Pirate”

Ron in the cabin slowly put down the letter in his hand and looked at the shopping bag on the ground.

He was silent for a long time.

Then he picked up the shopping bag from the ground, and inside was a white shirt.

Ron looked at the white shirt in his hand, suddenly took off the hood on his body, and tried it on.

In front of the mirror in the cabin, a brand new white shirt covered the criss-crossing and terrifying scars on Ron's body, adding a bit of peace and restraint to him who exudes bravery and coldness.

He quietly looked at the strange young man in the mirror.

"very suitable."

After a long time, he suddenly murmured with a smile.

Then he took off the shirt again, folded it carefully, put it in the shopping bag with confidence, and put it away.

In the dark cabin, he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a stream of smoke.

"time to go."

he whispered.

But when he turned and walked out of the cabin, he was slightly taken aback.

The stove on the deck of the boat was lit again at some point, and a tall figure was sitting in front of the meal, holding bowls and chopsticks, with a piece of pork belly between the chopsticks, and was about to put it in his mouth.

And an imposing penguin stood beside him, looking at the food on the small table eagerly.

Ron's mouth twitched.

"General Kuzan..."

When Kuzan saw Ron coming out, he was stunned for a while, and quickly stuffed the piece of pork belly into his mouth, and then said quite distressed:

"Sorry, the food you cook is too delicious."

"And this is a meal for two, right? Mind if I join in?"