I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

And he not only hides the tyrannical strength, but also hides the deep scheming city government and the huge and careful plan under the low-key appearance.

Krokdal is like his nickname, like a crocodile hiding his body in the water.

When he hadn't shown his fangs to launch an attack, he was low-key like a dead tree floating on the water. But when the opponent entered his attack range, the crocodile suddenly launched a thunderous assault. As long as the prey bitten by the huge mouth of the blood basin, it is often difficult to escape bad luck.

Lindemann completely suppressed the trace of arrogance and disdain in his heart.

This move alone was enough to make him admit that Krokdal was a difficult opponent.

The various targeted preparations made by the other party in advance also showed that the owner of the Rainland Casino was not as relieved of their visit as on the surface.

Pushing open the heavy golden nanmu gate, the attendant owed respectfully to the house, and after politely waiting for the navy party to enter, he closed the door again.

The suddenly open space makes everyone’s eyes bright. This is a very spacious house, with high-end leather sofas, elegantly shaped coffee tables, and beautiful white pianos resting on the platform... all these signs all show the house. The owner's generous life and unconventional aristocratic taste.

Inside the house half the size of a football field, there are several floor-to-ceiling glass windows arranged like an aquarium. There are several reptiles unique to Alabastan, the banana crocodile, swimming leisurely in the water.

"I'm still guessing when you will come to greet me, Lieutenant General Lindeman."

The low and magnetic bass sounded quietly from the end of a gorgeous long table.

The high chair with its back to the people slowly turned to the direction of the front door, which revealed the body of the owner of the previous voice.

The man combed his neat and shiny big back, and there was a long and narrow scar from his face that almost traversed the entire cheek, almost extending to his ears.

In the position that should have been the left hand, it was replaced by a gorgeous golden hook with the breath of pirates.

At first glance, this personable middle-aged man did not see the sloppy image of a pirate, but rather reminded him of the elegant and graceful family aristocratic master.

He is wearing a black fur coat and an orange plaid long-sleeved shirt under the fur coat.

Even this person is very particular about wearing a circle of exquisite snow blue scarf around his neck.

No one else, it is the great pirate who is one of the seven martial arts under the king-[Sand Crocodile] Mr. Krokdal!

The hero grinned and straightened up from the comfortable seat. He spread his arms as if to greet him, as if to greet an old friend whom he hadn’t seen for many years eagerly and sincerely: "Lieutenant General Lindemann, it’s been a while since you arrived in Alabastan, haven’t you? Sneak silently and silently. Hello, why don't you give me the opportunity to fulfill my landlord friendship?"

In addition to politeness, this remark reveals a faintly overbearing attitude, not to say it as the host, but also a clever metaphor that compares the navy to an uninvited villain.

"Oh, you would consider yourself a master.

But it seems that you are also a guest in Alabastan, right? "The great spy of the expeditionary army just sneered when he heard the words, and asked pointedly.

The big pirate was naturally clear about Lindemann's condemnation of guns and sticks in his words. He turned a deaf ear to Lindemann's implied words of condemnation, and sneered at the same time:

"But how did I hear that you ate a few closed doors with His Majesty King Cobra? It seems that the ‘master’ of this country does not welcome the navy, does it?"

In the transition of temptation and irony between the two sides, the navy and the king Qiwuhai started a not very friendly opening, and they inadvertently revealed a little bit of sarcasm.

As for whom the word'master' in Klockdal's mouth refers to, it is even more unclear.

"Oh? It seems that your intelligence channels are wide enough. Why? As the king of Qiwuhai, the big pirates also have'manpower' in the imperial capital?" Lindeman continued the information contained in the other party's last sentence, probing Sexually threw a suggestive topic, in an attempt to induce the crocodile to expose more flaws to the Navy.

However, Krokdal has been in the dust for a long time, and he is one of the best in his field of vision. How can he be caught in such a small trap?

Pretending to not understand the implication of the fox’s words, Klockdal just smiled, and cleverly responded to the question with evasiveness: "I am a hero of this country, so naturally there is an enthusiastic, lovely, and very enthusiastic witness to me. 'Various' messages."

Without waiting for Lindemann to continue to fight with him, a lively female voice full of smirk and coquettish cuteness sounded from the table next to Klockdal:

"Mr. Fox~ Why do you just talk to Mr. Krokdal? This really makes me sad."

"Koko Umit, why are busy people like you appearing here?" Lindemann was cold-eyed, because this little white hair, who was not very particular about it, almost stuck his whole person at this moment. Come on yourself.

He didn't expect this big entrepreneur who can eat black and white to show up here. At the same time, Lindeman, who is thoughtful and mindful, expressed his doubts about this person's intention.

Although he had known that the Umit family had a close personal relationship with these Qiwuhais, the Koko deity chose to appear in Krokdal's base camp at this sensitive moment, which caused the fox's mind to have some questions that he urgently needed to answer.

[Is it possible... She and the Umit Chamber of Commerce she represents are also involved in this dispute?]

[So, what is her position?]

"Lieutenant General Lindeman, don't forget what this female fox's business is." Robin took the lead in reacting, slowly raising his hand to pull the big businessman from Lindeman's neck.

She stared at her anger and then turned to try to stick to the little hoofs on her body: "Your nose is really good, Kou Kou.

Alabastan is so far away from the New World that you can smell the smell of war, you unscrupulous arms dealer. "

473. The City of Storms (Part 2)

The two women, who had reached a good position at a young age and gained great fame, are now carefully looking at each other.

There is no shortage of people who compare the two, but most of the time they mistake them for their long-lost sisters.

Perhaps the two have different appearances and physical signs, but they are about the same age.

But bystanders who are familiar with these two people can always be on them, as if they can see the shadow of each other.

Otherwise, nothing else.

The two seem to be glued as paint, but they are not as harmonious as everyone expected.

Robin's faintly blue pupils reflected the figure of the little white hair in front of him.

Excessively fair skin, almost sickly pale.

When the painter like God created the character of Koko Umit, he only took care of depicting its exquisite appearance, but completely forgot the subsequent coloring process.

Even if she was wearing this expensive plain white suit, it was far less pale complex than Kou Kou's deity.

The little white hair who stood generously in front of her eyes was not so much a fluffy fox, but more like a white python choosing someone to eat.

While watching this troubling little thing, the female military general who made fun of Koko Umit obviously had something in his words: "I think you are here not only to sell arms to [King's Army], right?"

"Eh eh~ look at what you said. Robin sauce, selling arms to both sides is a big taboo." The arms dealers who are used to being inhumane and stubborn with snakes, the corners of their mouths are smiling more and more.

Kou Kou stared closely at Robin's eyes, and wanted to imprint the appearance of this outstanding leader of the new generation of navy in his mind.

The healthy, wheat complexion is the result of her being exposed to sunlight and ultraviolet rays all the year round at sea.

The absence of fans and the neat and refreshing appearance and appearance will undoubtedly expose his soldier's identity.

Combining the previous vigorous questioning mode and vicious eyesight, Kou Kou mistakenly thought that he had seen a dragon entrenched under the roots of the sky-supporting tree.

"Tab?" As if remembering something, Robin's gentle smile slowly turned cold: "How do I think you have always been without taboos?"

Maintaining a symbolic smile, the big businessman took advantage of the trend to position himself as an innocent victim:

"What do you say? I have been helping the navy to run errands secretly~"