Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history - Chapter 960

“Even you don’t know where Mr. Darren has gone…”

After hearing Crocodile’s answer, Mihawk just frowned, ignoring the former’s expression full of black lines, and a look of embarrassment seemed to appear on his face.

In the tavern, all the pirates had disappeared at some point, and only the boss was left squatting behind the bar, holding his head and shivering.

“Wait a minute, what does even me mean?”

Crocodile suddenly caught something and looked at Mihawk with a strange expression.

Mihawk shook his head and said:

“I also went to see Moriah before, but he was unwilling to answer my questions at first.”

What happened next?

Crocodile was about to ask this question, but before the words came out of his mouth, he immediately reacted and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Without even thinking about it, that idiot Moonlight Moria must have been beaten up by the brat in front of him.

Glancing at the huge black broken sword behind Mihawk, Crocodile suddenly lost interest in drinking.

When the World Government and the Navy established the King’s Shichibukai system, they conducted extremely strict reviews before determining the candidates for the Shichibukai.

Of course, the “review” here is mainly about being beaten to death by that bastard Darren, and leaving an arm behind.

This is the rule.

But Crocodile didn’t know why Doflamingo and Fisher Tiger were “exempt” from this rule.

Forget it about Fisher Tiger. Judging from the Holy Land Mary Joa incident, Rogers Darren should have a very good relationship with Fisher Tiger.

As for Doflamingo…

Quickly glancing at the unruly figure with golden hair on the screen, Crocodile frowned.

Could it be that when selecting the King of the Shichibukai, Darren already knew Doflamingo’s identity as a Celestial Dragon…and was afraid but didn’t take action?

Well, that’s very possible.

But then again, although the King’s Shichibukai uses strength as the highest criterion for selection, this does not mean that the powers of the King’s Shichibukai are equally matched.

At least in Crocodile’s view, aside from Fisher Tiger, who has been deprived of his status as a Shichibukai, he has no fear at all against other members of the Shichibukai.

Only the “Eagle Eye” Mihawk in front of him always gave him a sense of crisis like a ray of light on his back.

This brat with a mental problem is definitely unique among the seven warriors under the king.

“So that rumor… you really challenged Whitebeard?”

At this time, Mihawk suddenly raised his head, glanced at the horrific scars that almost ran across Crocodile’s face, and asked.

Even though the wound has completely healed, the centipede-like scar still has a faint dark red color.

You can imagine how serious the injury Crocodile suffered at that time… maybe just a little, enough to split his head in two horizontally.

“That’s right…”

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Crocodile gritted his teeth, a hint of unwillingness and anger clearly flashing in his eyes.

“How is his strength?”

Mihawk asked again.

“…As strong as a monster.”

Crocodile was silent for a long time, and then uttered a muffled sentence.

Mihawk mused.

Crocodile took a sip of strong drink, looked up at Mihawk, and suddenly said:

“If you want to find an opponent, that guy with Whitebeard is also a very good choice.”

Mihawk glanced at him and said:

“I’m just obsessed with the practice of swordsmanship, but I’m not an idiot.”

Crocodile: “…”

“What do you mean!?”

He glared at Mihawk angrily and gritted his teeth.

“Isn’t it?”

Mihawk looked indifferent, folded his arms on his chest, leaned back on the chair, and said calmly:

“Obviously, my strength has not fully grown yet, but I still insisted on launching a challenge. In the end, I made a scene so that almost everyone knew… This is obviously asking for self-humiliation.”

Crocodile’s face suddenly turned red.

Dark yellow gravel began to visibly fill his body, squirming and twisting like a living creature.

“Relax, Crocodile, don’t forget our identities… A war between the seven warriors under the king will cause a lot of trouble.”

Mihawk said calmly, with calm eyes and no intention of taking action.

“You don’t want the government and the navy to get into trouble with you, do you?”

Seeing his appearance, Crocodile could only helplessly take a deep breath, suppress his anger, picked up the wine glass, and sneered:

“I thought you would be interested in Whitebeard.”

“His ‘Cong Yunqi’ is one of the most powerful swords.”

Mihawk shook his head and said:

“Whitebeard doesn’t use swordsmanship.”

“puff!”

Crocodile couldn’t help but spit out the wine.

What’s your logic?

Obviously they are all powerful sword swings, and they are obviously famous swords. Darren’s is about swordsmanship, but Whitebeard’s is not?

…

Inside Pangu City.

Hall of Power.

“Sasi ignores Dana, Marshal Kong.”

Darren withdrew his gaze from the direction of the passage and slowly turned around.

A tall and burly figure that gave people a strong sense of oppression appeared there at some point.

Mohawk hairstyle, bronzed skin, resolute and serious face, and strong arms clasped in front of his chest showing a thick and hard texture like granite.

Wearing a large navy cape, the golden wheat ears swaying gently on his broad shoulders under the sunlight outside the window looked solemn and sacred.

He just stood there, giving people an insurmountable sense of oppression, like an iron wall that would never collapse.

Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, “Steel Bone” Kong!

“It’s been a long time since we last met, Darren.”

Steel Bone Kong looked at Darren solemnly and said in a deep voice.

Darren smiled and said:

“If I remember correctly, the last time we met was also in this holy land of Marijoa?”

“Well, when was that? By the way, at that time I had just killed the Golden Lion, and I was also covering the Navy Headquarters’ operation to wipe out the Roger Pirates, and led the Seven Warlords of the Sea to intercept the Whitebeard Pirates in the New World… I was thinking at the time that I had perfectly completed the tasks assigned by the government and the headquarters, and what kind of reward would I get…”

“Unfortunately, the reward I got was that the Five Elders decided to arrange the Celestial Dragons’ genocide competition in my North Sea.”

Steelbone Sora was silent for a few seconds, and slowly said:

“That was a test given to you by the government, and the subsequent series of events proved that… Such a test is necessary.”

“The North Sea is controlled by you and is separated from the world. The world government’s member state system has caused unrest in various countries, and the whole world has fallen into a huge panic because of the North Sea Fleet…”

“Do you know how the historians in the government describe this period?”

“‘The originally peaceful world has to fall into a silent fear because of Rogers Darren’s ambition. From then on, the people of the world bowed their heads and dared not look up at the sky, because they had no idea when the ghost-like fleet would come and bring them death and destruction’…”

“‘From that day on, the world entered a unique and strange era, perhaps it can be called… ‘”

He paused, stared at Darren, and said word by word:

“‘The Threat Era’.”

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