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

When the great swordsman who insisted on his identity said these words, there was a bit of encouragement in it.

But Sanji seems to be immersed in his own world, and there is a hint of panic in his eyes:

"President Sa got mad before, and then sent us to act as bait to arrest [Blackbeard]."

The two major information points exposed by these words forced Shiliu to sit up straight from the reclining chair.

He was originally aloof and indifferent sitting on his back with arms folded, and suddenly changed his posture. He lightly pressed his elbows on the table, and his whole body leaned forward a few degrees.

The indifferent murderer remained expressionless, and even the corners of his mouth twitched when he spoke:

"Who is [Blackbeard]?"

Whether it was the strange nickname, or the strange phenomena such as Sakalski's furious anger, which is rarely angry now, it was revealing to Xilieu the unusualness of this incident.

Sanji who answered couldn't help but have a bitter expression on his face. He frowned and maintained a somewhat anxious posture, and shook his head with a slight arc:

"It's not anyone, it's a pirate from the Black Sail Alliance."

Hearing this thoughtful, Xiliu spoke again: "Since we are looking for someone, do you have any photos of him?"

He fully thought that with such a huge intelligence system of the navy and the world government, he could at least find one or two pictures of [Blackbeard], but this time, he was disappointed.

"We know almost nothing about him. If we hadn't caught a pirate captain in the East China Sea who had a close conversation with Marco a few days ago, we wouldn't have known what a vicious pirate he was," recalled. At this moment, the blond chef felt even more fortunate that he could understand in advance when Blackbeard came to his door.

This time Shiliu was obviously a little passive. After all, trying to find a pirate in the vast sea that hadn't even been photographed was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Under such circumstances, he somewhat understood why Sakaski specially arranged such a bait operation: "Is there no photo... Tsk!"

But the absence of photos does not mean that there is nothing to do. The navy has been hunting pirates for centuries, and has already had a set of meticulous and effective review countermeasures.

Shiliu casually took out a brand new sketchbook from the room in the emergency medical room, and sketched it with brushes.

Sanji was not surprised when he saw this. It is one of the most basic search and arrest routines for the navy to sketch details such as the suspect's appearance and characteristics through dictation of witnesses.

However, it is a pity that Sanji never expected it.

Shiliu of the Rain is one of the few great swordsmen in the Navy Headquarters. He is the former Impelton's interrogation expert, torture master, and the strongest crime snare maniac.

But there is only one thing, he is not a qualified painter.

The thing drawn by the hands holding the sword... could almost go directly to the abstract art competition.

It can be called a soul painter.

Because from the perspective of Shiliu's painting skills, his paintings are indeed extremely bad, but his paintings are extremely similar to the things he hopes to express in terms of feeling, and are full of joy.

Although the other party's painting is very abstract, Sanji, who is ingenious and ingenious, still vaguely understands who the person drawn by Shiliu is from a few characteristic strokes.

The chin is larger than the head, and a banana-like arc is placed under the nose of the face.

Undoubtedly, with such a distinctive appearance, Xiliu drew a head portrait of Edward Newgate with a white beard, and also thoughtfully blacked out the iconic crescent mustache with ink.

Through the most superficial description and insufficient information, the new soul painter keenly captured two key points: [Black], [Beard]

After being stunned for a moment by the painting style and the characters in the painting, Sanji finally came back to his senses. He suppressed his desire to complain, and denied it flatly:

"...not [Four Emperors], they are subordinates of the Four Emperors."

After being mentioned in this way, Xiliu suddenly understood, let me tell you earlier, since that [Blackbeard] is under the jurisdiction of the Four Emperors, and it is characterized by a black beard, wouldn't the search scope be narrowed down too much?

In an instant, the sharp-minded Da Jianhao thought of another old acquaintance of his.

With a swipe of the pen, another "fairy" painting is freshly released.

Perhaps Shiliu has fought against him several times, so compared to the previous one, this painting is much more realistic and easier for Sanji to identify.

What came into view was a burly man with a particularly strong body, and he was wearing a tall top hat on his head.

Foil Vista, the opponent's upturned, slightly raised long beard glaringly stood out in the picture scroll, which was vividly displayed by Shiliu.

Staring at Shiliu's serious and dignified eyes, as well as the slightly furrowed brows after painting with care, even though Sanji was helpless, he could only let out a long sigh:

"Sigh... He probably didn't hold a sword, and according to the information that Marko the Phoenix revealed to Bucky the Clown, the other party has already snatched a Devil Fruit and defected to the Black Sail Alliance."

Uncle Shiliu let out an oh, and obediently suggested that the two swords in Vista's hands were crossed out with double slashes, and a pineapple-shaped fruit was added on it to make do with the original picture.

The blond boy, who was originally very kind and peaceful, almost had forehead wrinkles, and his eyes were wide open.

He was very shocked and trembling fingers, pointing to the draft:

"This..."

Sanji finally broke down a bit, and he began to wonder secretly, is it because the muscular men of the Expeditionary Army are so eager to comprehend?

"He's not Vista! Why do you have to match this black beard with the foil! Your Excellency, Deputy Army Commander!!! You didn't mean to play me, did you?" The blond boy covered his head with his hands The angel wailed suddenly, and he was dancing and drawing.

In the end, under Shiliu's unfriendly eyes, he spread his hands tremblingly to show that you continue to paint, sir.

Shiliu curled his lips inwardly. He only knew these two bearded characters in the Whitebeard Pirates. Who could be blamed for this?

As a great swordsman who was once as famous as Magellan and made the prison have a reputation of being an iron wall, is it possible that he must know all the bearded fish?

This time he did not write rashly, but first listed the known characteristics in his mind:

The subordinates of the four emperors, black beard, don't use swords, eat fruits...

A bold and unconstrained conjecture quietly appeared in Da Jianhao's mind.