I, the deputy of the Red League, was overheard by the redheads

“You are… Sleepy Maniac!!! ”

The pupils of the Sake Tenmaru shrank suddenly, and he recognized the identity of the Mad Death Lang for the first time.

“What! Sleepy Madman, now the underworld boss of the country of Wano, the royal merchant of the Black Carbon family! ”

After being imprisoned in Bunny for so many years, Hana no Sen Goro also learned a lot of information from the mouths of later prisoners.

Among them, the one who cares most about him is naturally the Wasanokuni underworld boss Berserker who follows him.

“The royal merchant of the Black Charcoal Serpent!”

Listening to this title, Hesong’s brow suddenly stood up because of anger, and the waist love knife was unmatched and sheathed half an inch.

“The lackey of the black charcoal snake”

Yi Zang also raised his eyebrows, and pulled out the double guns in his waist at the first time, aiming at the mad death lang.

“Sleepy Madman, how did you find this place?”

Sakutenmaru asked murderously.

“How dare it be to come to us alone!”

Hide your eyes and squint slightly.

After exploring again and again, it was finally determined that this time it was indeed only the mad death lang alone.

A menacing sight to the Akatsuki samurai.

The nose of the plane at the entrance of the mechanism was unconscious.

From beginning to end, he just stood in the same place in a daze.

The eyes under the head of the plane landed on the tall figure not far away without blinking.

Landed on Mitsuki Mita’s body.

Without warning.

The eyes of the mad man were red.

Two lines of hot tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes and ticked to the ground.

“This mad man seems a little strange?”

Hana no Sengoro wondered.

“Bastard, what the hell do you mean?” Is it stupid? ”

Kawamatsu’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t think you can fool us with your tears!”

Sakutenmaru drink asked.

“Whoever stands in our way, we will never spare even a few of our men.”

Ezo raised his two guns and aimed them at the heart of Berserker’s brow.

“Everyone, don’t continue to talk nonsense with him, just let Xiaosheng come and give him a hard time.”

Hesong’s body sank slightly.

The waist loves the knife outside the unmatched sheath.

Bring a cold cold light.

“Kappa Stream—”

Kawamatsu slammed his foot on the ground.

Without mercy, he swung his sword at the mad man.

In the face of Hesong’s almost fatal slash, the head of the plane was still unconscious.

Still just standing stunned, looking at the tall figure, crying with joy.

“What a strange fellow, don’t blame me when you’re dead!”

Kawamatsu paused as he swung his sword.

However, it was only for a moment, and the next second was another merciless cut.

‘When’

The sound of the sword clashing suddenly exploded.

Kawamatsu was blocked with a blow that was enough to cut off the steel.

However, it was not a counterattack by the mad man.

The person who really blocked Kawamatsu’s blow was… Sky feather chop.

“Lord Mita”

The crowd shouted in unison.

“Lord Mita, what are you doing?”

Hesong, Jiutenmaru and Ezo were all shocked.

I never imagined that it would be my own lord who would take shelter for the enemy.

“Mita, what’s wrong with you?”

Hana no Sengoro was also anxiously inquiring.

“Don’t shoot first, River Pine.”

Mitsuki Mita said in a deep voice.

His gaze also landed on the Mad Death Lang in front of him without blinking.

An unprecedented sense of familiarity struck me.

“Are you … Passerō? ”

Mitsuki Oda opened his mouth, and there was a slight vibrato in his voice.

“Yes! Lord Oda! In Shimojiro, for eighteen years, we are waiting for your return! ”

……