I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

The person who acquiesced in the Ghost Spider's attack nodded in satisfaction, affirming the outstanding performance of his subordinates.

Relying on the versatility of the thread fruit and the invincible concealment, it can be said that the ghost spider's control over the battle situation has directly risen to a higher level.

In such a short period of time, the opponent's defense was torn apart, almost effortlessly. The Ghost Spider, who was originally a swordsman, was even better at using the cutting properties of silk threads than Doflamingo.

"But...Mr. Akainu, my sister was seriously injured by your magma fist!" With the ghost spider holding a knife on her neck, the snake fruit · cobra-type ability user completely disregarded her own safety and begged road.

Sakaski stood with folded arms, deaf to Sister Boya's plea.He stretched out a finger towards several people:

"You have two options, either, Ben will personally come [carry] you into the warship,"

After being stepped on by the big dog's paw, Boa Hancock didn't even listen to the second suggestion and replied neatly: "I choose the second one."

His attitude towards pirates has always been bad, and this habit of sarcasm and sarcasm has really affected many people.

Let Uncle Shiliu, who was obviously not so talkative in Impelton before, successfully transform into a "polluter" who can only be happy with a vicious tongue.

Foxes, ghost spiders and others are also deeply affected by it.

Sure enough, before the ghost spider stopped, he also sneered: "Sisters love each other deeply? Heh, the injury that was regarded as a serious injury in the hands of the pirate ship doctor can be cured in less than half a day in the headquarters."

In this way, Hancock, who was still at a loss and stunned, was "voluntarily" invited to the warship.

But the title of Pirate Queen didn't seem to bring her any high-quality service. The three meals were no different from ordinary soldiers, and the severe burns on her back made it difficult for her to lie down, so she could only curl up on the cushion.

Sakaski, a werewolf with half chivalry, threw Hancock into the captain's cabin, and blocked the cabin door himself.

Thanks to his beauty, Hancock prides himself on being treated like a queen or princess on any occasion.

With Sakalski's visit, her self-confidence and self-esteem based on her beauty have been frustrated again and again today.

Patients with advanced princess disease like Hancock have obvious narcissistic tendencies, and self-centeredness is taken for granted.

Sakalski conveyed a truth to her with the most straightforward attitude and the most unceremonious beating: the world will still work without you.

【Why... isn't my concubine beautiful... why does petrification fail?】

【Why did he dare to hit me? Did he not recognize me, or did he deliberately not reveal it?】

One question after another lingered in her mind. In the captain's room alone, Hancock's suppressed emotions seemed to have found an outlet.

Finally, weep bitterly.

Hearing the faint screams coming from the cabin, Sakaski understood Hancock's gaffe at this time.

Extreme low self-esteem will lead to conceited emotions, which seem to be contradictory but do exist in every ordinary person.

This contradiction stems from a lack of self-confidence, or from a certain point of view, the tragic experience of being a slave made Hancock lose the dignity that a normal woman should have.

After being branded with the mark of Tianlong people's belongings, they become an "object". Even if they escape by chance in the future, they will be regarded as inferior slaves wherever they go.

There is a lack of reasonable guidance and transition between the inner extreme inferiority complex and the glamorous appearance of being popular and sought after by thousands of people.

As a result, the self-evaluation is unbalanced, the self-role is too high, and the advantage of self-enlargement is far beyond reality-beauty.

"I want to talk to you, Mr. Akainu."

Hancock murmured softly towards the door.

312. Princess Disease vs Stockholm Syndrome ([-])

[Talk?] Sakaski was leaning halfway on the cabin door, and at this moment, the sailors pretending to be busy and running around were constantly shuttling around him.

As a senior veteran captain, Mr. Sa has been on dozens of ships if not hundreds.

For ordinary sailing battleships, he also admitted that sailing would indeed be rushed.Tightening various ropes, observing the wind direction... and other important tasks have to be dealt with in time. . . .But this steam paddle steamer, you little rascals, is adjusting the damn sails!

Sakaski is too lazy to teach these muscular heads a lesson, so please cover up the expression clearly written on his face, please?

Immediately, he made a gesture to the ghost spider waiting on the deck, signaling the opponent to clear the field ahead of time.

The ghost spider nodded knowingly in response, the vice admiral of the Navy Headquarters, who had a vicious face and a talent for being a villain, slammed his face, and with a bit of anger in his gloom, he yelled at the group of [provoking children]: "I just want to eavesdrop Great news, how about all the crew members running a 100-kilometer cross-country ride together tomorrow?!"

[Okay your mother! ! ?] The veterans complained frantically in their hearts, and scattered like birds and beasts.

Compared with big news, the rare rest time after returning to Hong Kong tomorrow is the most precious and cherished thing for these veterans who have families, women, and brothers and friends.

The captain's room is located in the diagonally rear area of ​​the bridge. A group of curious little bastards with "happy" written all over their faces were chased away from around Sakalski under the command of the lieutenant general.

Looking at the group of melon-eating soldiers who were hiding in the bow of the ship and watching Sakalski's next movements, Mr. Sa felt very tired.

What? Why don't you go in and have a secret talk?

Sakaski has full confidence in his steel-like will, but he dare not have the slightest confidence in the big mouths of his subordinates.

As long as you go in alone, the sailors and journalists with holes above the neck can come up with 500 tricks for the subsequent development of the cabin!

With his cerebellum, he could have imagined that a light-speed reporter in the headquarters would definitely not let go of such exclusive news. By then, Sakaski might not even have a place to cry when the wind critic was murdered.

The crotch of the yellow mud paste is not shit, but it turns into shit, and it can't be washed off.

What the people who eat melons really care about is not whether your crotch is covered with mud or shit. Usually, they only care about whether the stuff on your pants is poisonous in shit or mines in shit!

Across the door, Hancock was alone, locked in the cabin alone.

The hideous and ugly wound on the back seems to add a sense of incompleteness to this mortal beauty, which is somewhat similar to the beauty of the broken arm of Venus in another dimension.

Her figure was a bit bleak, and she felt a bit of grievance in her loneliness: "You recognized me, didn't you?"