I, the intern, was being listened to by Whitebeard

"Shouldn't we choose a dark and windy night to loot? Isn't it a bit unprofessional to come and loot in broad daylight? Marco, why don't we come back at night?"

“......"

"Isn't it enough for me to deter alone? Why don't I go back and call a few hundred more people to come over? I think Joz looks quite fierce, and if you stop there, you can scare people. "

“......"

"Fly slower, fly slower, I'm a little afraid of heights, the slower the better, the slower the better. "

“......"

"Do you think we want to change identities?"

“......"

"I! I suddenly had a little stomachache..."

“......"

Marco had turned into an immortal bird, and his body was haunted by the blue resurrection of green flames, and his two claws grabbed Roy's shoulders and led Roy to fly high in the air.

But listening to Roy's chattering words, Marco's brow couldn't help but jump.

Even a little green tendon appeared on his forehead, and the green tendons were trembling.

He had forgotten how much Roy had said.

At the beginning he would answer.

But he grew impatient...

It's so annoying!

At every turn, he says that he wants to go to the toilet, stomach pain, back pain, fear of heights and other excuses, who can withstand this?

At one point, Marco even wanted to let go of his claws and let Roy free fall.

In the end, the good quality made him hold back.

Whew....

Calm down!

I'm the big brother on the ship.

Cannot be for interns.

Hold back!

When he saw the buildings below, Marko's brows couldn't help frowning, because the buildings below looked too old, and the people of this island really didn't do anything, just ate and drank every day.

"Roy, I'll put you down from here, and with your physique falling from a height of ten meters, it should be fine, right?"

Marco finally spoke.

"Something!" Roy said confirmly.

"That looks like it's all right. Marco nodded.

Roy: "??!

".

Marco grinned: "You said before that you can only fight a few people at a time, which has exposed your physique." I guess you must be talking about it so that you can be lazy. In other words, you can play at least a dozen at a time!".

Roy: "?!!

".

[Good guys!Did Marco change his surname to Sherlock Holmes?, or did he change his surname to Edogawa?, or did he change his surname to Kudo?

[But!, one fights a dozen, and I can single-handedly pick up a million of them!].

[Ahem!low-key and low-key, can't be inflated!].

[If it's swollen, you won't be able to touch the fish.] 】

In the end, Marco still put Roy down from a height of less than ten meters.

And whispered: "Don't be tough when you encounter danger, be careful." "

Sure enough, Marco still had a straight mouth.

He's actually still worried about Roy.

"Alas, the world is not worth it. "

Roy, who fell to the ground, rubbed his shoulders, put one hand on the hilt of the saber at his waist, his eyes swept around, and the corners of his mouth grinned very wickedly and arrogantly.

Then he said to himself, "Well, my expression should have the taste of a pirate!"

Roy swaggered into the complex.

Didn't do anything hidden at all.

There is no need for any stealth.

Whitebeard's hometown is a paradise, at least the scenery looks very good, but the signs of human life here are too much of an eyesore.

Dilapidated houses stand here, and it's clear that no one wants to fix them.

The road under my feet is also a bit old, and I don't know how long it hasn't been renovated.

And I can vaguely see the traces of war.

Good guys....

How much has this teenager not renovated?

It didn't take long....

Roy saw the islanders.

The clothes worn by these people are quite valuable at first glance, but they are beautifully dressed, and their spirits are very good, and their skin is white and tender, as if they have never done heavy work.

"Misshapen place. Roy shook his head and gave such an assessment.

"It's also a nasty place!".

[If this place doesn't exist.] 】

[I can still lie flat now!].

[Damn!].

[hateful!].

The thought in his mind came to this, and Roy's expression became slightly unkind.

At this time... The inhabitants of the island, Roy were also discovered.

Meet such a strange person.

They were stunned for a moment, but instead of showing a panicked look, they gathered around with excitement on their faces.

"Is it someone from Newgate? hahaha! I knew there would be treasure this month, where? where? How many Baileys are there this month?"

"Just in time! I just lost Bailey the day before yesterday, and I'm worried about what to do!".

"Huh, why don't you have any treasure with you?"

"It should be too much, one person can't bring it, come and tell us the location, we'll go over and get it in person!".

"Newgate is such a nice guy!"

“......"

The sound of gossip sounded, and all of a sudden, there were dozens of people, surrounding Roy.

The longing on their faces, and the need in their tones, was not disguised at all.

It's not a craving for demand anymore...

It's blatantly begging.

"Huh, what you're carrying is a treasure, isn't it? Why is there only a small backpack? Let me take a look?".

There were even bold people who wanted to take the backpack that Roy was carrying.

In fact, there are some entertainment and pastimes in it.

I saw the hand that was getting closer and closer.

Hmmmmmmm

A cold light flashed, and a bloody arm was thrown high, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Roy carried the knife on his shoulder, and the blood slowly dripped down the tip of the knife to the ground.

He yawned.

Empty eyes.

There is no way to do it.

"Robbery~".

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