Shining black leather shoes walked slowly on the marble floor covered with gravel and dust, and the crisp footsteps echoed in the silent hall.
The battle between the two ancient weapons from the outside world seems to be completely unable to affect this power, as if it is isolated from the world.
Whenever the sound of footsteps echoed, the Five Old Stars could not help but retreat slightly. Even though they had become immortal and transcended the concept of [humanity], they instinctively felt fear when facing Victor who stood on top of the world.
Finally, Victor walked to the center of the hall, while Wulaoxing retreated to the window, unable to retreat.
"It seems that you are not going to buy me a drink? What a pity. I thought we had such a pleasant chat eight years ago, at least this reunion will have a warm start." Victor stood in the hall with a handsome face.
Like a perfect god: "Oh, sorry, is this bad environment making you less interested? Please wait a moment."
Victor snapped his fingers, and with him as the center, 'zipper' ripples spread rapidly in all directions. Wherever the ripples went, all the dust and gravel were swept away, and the entire hall took on a new look, restoring its former glory and luxury.
In this splendid hall, the disgraced and embarrassed Wulaoxing seemed out of place.
A round table made entirely of zippers and five luxurious high-back chairs floated from the ground, and six goblets later appeared on the round table.
The Five Old Stars watched all this in silence, no matter how angry or aggrieved they were, they did not dare to speak out. They were just immortals, not strong men with terrible power. They were no more powerful than five old cats with their teeth and claws in front of the vicious chain.
Threat power.
"There are no drinks stored here. It doesn't matter. I brought a bottle of good wine from my hometown, Johnnie Walker. You will definitely like it."
A handle of wine appeared in Victor's hand, and he poured half a cup for each goblet. He looked up at Wulao Xing who was huddled in the corner, and couldn't help but chuckled: "I still remember whether we were in person or on the phone.
We had a great time chatting with each other when we contacted each other, so why are we so distant now? Come on, please take a seat."
Just by hooking their fingers, Wu Laoxing immediately felt that his whole body was stiff. An invisible force forced them to sit in front of five high-backed chairs. Five goblets floated in front of them, and Wu Laoxing could even lift them from the cup.
In the reflection of the wall, I saw my eyes filled with fear and anger.
The blond old man with a short beard was already grumpy, and coupled with his constant hostility towards Victor, he could no longer control his emotions. He suddenly slapped away the goblet in front of him and roared: "You despicable person, if
How dare you, the ant-like son of a fisherman, be so presumptuous to us! You should be a humble fisherman like your parents who died long ago..."
Click.
The neck of the old man with blond hair and short beard made a dull sound of bones breaking. A pair of invisible hands easily turned his head twice. The body only twitched a few times in reflex and then slid off the high-backed chair and lay down on it.
On the cold marble floor, the crumbs of the cup and red wine were stained on his extremely luxurious dress.
The other four Five Elder Stars had frightened faces. Immortality does not mean immortality. Only then did they realize that they were also mortals and would die.
"It seems that the old man is a little emotional, but it doesn't matter, he has calmed down now."
Victor held the goblet with one hand and smiled warmly: "Everyone, would you like to drink to our reunion after eight years?"
The other four five-old stars picked up the goblet in front of them with slightly trembling hands, drank it down in one gulp while trembling, and even spilled a lot on the corners of their mouths and clothes, looking even more embarrassed.
Seeing that Victor also drank the glass of wine comfortably, the old man in the map took courage and said: "Victor, even if you kill us all, it won't help, why don't you have a good talk? I know you have been protecting this land.
The same applies to the civilians at sea. Wouldn't it be better for those civilians if we work together?"
"Yes, Victor, it was our fault before, but you killed most of the powerful men in the navy and the world government, and you are angry, right?" The old man with long hair and beard ignored his messy hair and beard.
Wiping the remaining red wine from the corner of his mouth, he said: "If [King of Heaven] and [Pluto] continue to fight, Coral and the Hunter Association will probably suffer heavy losses. Why don't we sit down and have a good talk."
The old man with black hat and dreadlocks became more like a frail old man after losing his crutches. He said in a low voice: "The assets of the world government are so huge that you can't imagine. With the size of the Coral and Hunter Association, I'm afraid it won't be able to handle them all in another ten years. Let's
It will be much faster for us to handle it. And there are many extremely secret information that only we know in the past eight hundred years. Spare our lives and we will give you unimaginable rewards!"
Victor slowly poured himself another half glass of wine, swaying the glass and smiling as he listened to the three old men's hard-earned persuasion. After the three of them had finished speaking, he turned to look at the bald old man who had been silent: "This
Old gentleman, among the five old stars, you are the only one who has been relatively kind to me. Why, do you have nothing to say to me?"
The bald old man never let go of his cherished sword. His face looked haggard and decayed, and he whispered: "What is there to say now? If I really want to say it, I regret why I chose to support you in the first place.
Becoming the King of Seven Martial Arts has created this situation."
"Old Man Dao, you!" The other three Five Old Stars suddenly became anxious, angering the evil chain. What if he kills us all?
"No, think about it again. Even if you are not the King of the Shichibukai, a naturally extraordinary man like you will have countless other ways to rise. It's just that becoming the King of the Shichibukai is a relatively convenient way. For
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The bald old man smiled miserably: "The other three idiots still think that you can spare their lives, but they don't know that you have sentenced us to death since the first phone bug meeting in Tanar Town."
The other three people stared at the bald old man in stunned silence, then turned to look at Victor with a ten thousandth of hope.
Victor shook the wine glass gently in his hand, the smile on his face remained unchanged, still as gentle as the breeze.
The three people understood everything immediately, held their heads in their hands in despair, and cried silently.
Only the bald old man stood up tremblingly with the knife in his arms. He tried his best to straighten his back, pulled out the sword in his hand and pointed it at Victor: "Eight hundred years, at least until the end, let me die with dignity."
Victor's smile faded slightly, and the wine in his hand disappeared, replaced by the flaming magic sword. He held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and lowered it, while his left hand touched his chest and bowed slightly towards the bald old man: