Chapter 1059 You change my clothes for me tomorrow!
Chapter 1059 Change my clothes tomorrow!
Doflamingo was making a fuss under the Impel Castle, while in Marigioa, the five old men also made up their minds.
"Well, well, okay, we get it."
between powers.
The five old men were still posing. The old man with curly hair was sitting there, holding a microphone and listening to what the phone bug was saying. Then he hung up the phone and looked at everyone.
The curly-haired old man said: "The decision has been made over there."
The remaining people were silent for a while, and then the old man with a long beard spoke first: "Then it's settled, Kuro has fulfilled his promise."
The old man holding the sword nodded and said: "That's true, the world's greatest swordsman. Although he didn't defeat the red-haired man, he still achieved results."
The red-skinned old man said: "According to the intelligence, the red-haired man did not fight with Kuro, and Kuro did not find a chance. In addition, Hawkeye and the red-haired man are good friends. If they really fight, Kuro may not be their opponent.
"
"That's true."
The old man with a map on his head said in a deep voice: "Curo is very smart and knows how to preserve his strength. He is reassuring. It is enough to deal with just one person. The man from the Navy has become the world's greatest swordsman, and he is also the world's government.
A great opportunity to increase your prestige.”
"Second." Several other old men nodded.
"That's it."
The old map man looked around and said: "That's it. It's been decided. Porusalino will step down and Lucilu Cullo will take the top spot."
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Headquarters.
"Brother Stoloberg, are you here?"
At the door of a large conference room in the headquarters building, Kuro stood at the door, like a greeter, waiting for people to arrive.
"Quluo, are you coming to greet me?"
Stoloberg was a little surprised, but then he thought of something and felt relieved. He stroked his long beard and said happily: "Almost, it should be you."
Kuro tilted his head, a little confused, but still said: "The old man asked me to greet guests at the door. You know, my boss, I have no choice but to come and greet guests."
He didn't even bring any of his subordinates to the internal gathering. The old man asked him to greet people at the door. When his boss gave orders, he had no choice but to do so.
"I'll go in first."
Stoloberg laughed and walked into the conference room.
Seeing him enter, Kuro leaned against the door, took out the steam cigar from his arms, held it in his mouth, took out a lighter, lit it, and blew out a mouthful of white mist, "It's so troublesome, why should I come to greet people?"
ah."
"Lieutenant General!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a major general ran over and took the lead in saluting, shouting loudly.
"Well, let's go in."
Kuro nodded, but he was not as polite as he was to Stoloberg just now.
With his current status, apart from Stoloberg's veteran status, he really doesn't need to be so polite.
Do what you do wherever you are, and don't act like you're not responsible, as that would make you look ugly.
Ghost Spider, Dauberman, Stoloberg, Dalmesia, Flying Squirrel, Huoshaoshan, six veteran elite lieutenant generals, the first two of whom are from Sakaski's faction, and the last two are that idiot Kuzan
Of the remnants of the faction, Dalmecia is neutral but does not belong to the old man.
Only Stoloberg was the old man's former subordinate and was also within his faction.
Others were ordinary lieutenant generals and major generals who were brought out, and for this kind of meeting, most people were major generals and above, and other people were not qualified to participate.
As time gradually passed, lieutenant generals and major generals entered the conference room one after another, which made Kuro a little scared.
After this call was issued for a while, many people rushed to the headquarters from other places, but the number was indeed quite large.
He knew that as a general, the old man's faction must have a lot of power, but he did a little calculation and found that from the morning until now, for almost three hours, one after another naval admirals came to say hello to him, and the number almost exceeded 300
.
This is not a big cabbage, but someone who is at least a rear admiral.
The power of this faction is truly astonishing.
"Brother."
At this moment, a silly voice sounded from the front. Zhan Taowan walked over wearing a bellyband and a cloak and said, "I'm here too."
"I'm not talking about you."
Kuro glanced at him, "After all, you are also a major general. Can't you wear a formal suit? You wear this tatty bellyband every day. Are you too poor to afford clothes or do you have too many bellybands? Your family bought it for you when you were born.
It’s the bellyband that’s been buried, right?”
Zhan Taowan was stunned for a moment and said: "This is not a bellyband, this is just my dressing style. I really have many pieces of these clothes and have three cabinets."
As he spoke, he proudly held out three fingers.
Kuro rolled his eyes, raised his hand and gave Zhan Momowan a head slap.
"You are so proud, aren't you?"
Zhan Momomaru is 2.8 meters tall. He used to be about the same height as Kuro, but now Kuro is much taller than him, and the fight still feels like beating a child.
"Three cupboards! I'll give you three cupboards! I'll go change my clothes tomorrow. If you don't wear a formal suit, see if I beat you up!"
Kuro gave Zhan Momomaru a kick in the butt and kicked him in, "If it damages the image of our faction, go away!"
Zhan Taowan touched his butt aggrievedly and turned around and said: "Brother, I am the last one, everyone else has gone in."
"Ah? Are you the last one?"
Kuro puffed out smoke, "Okay, let's go in."
After saying that, he took Zhan Taowan and walked into the somewhat dim conference room in front. The old man hadn't arrived yet, but the rows of seats under the huge main seat were already full of people.
The major generals and lieutenant generals were all chewing cigars or cigarettes, puffing away smoke, and sitting in all kinds of strange postures. Some had their legs crossed high, some were sitting with their legs crossed, and some were sitting sideways.
The sitting posture of a navy and the laughter of a pirate will always remain a mystery.
Zhan Momomaru found a place to sit down, while Kuro frowned and walked straight to the main seat. He coughed as he looked at these marines sitting in strange postures.
After a while, it was of no use. Not only did he continue to sit in various strange postures, but he even started whispering to each other.
Kuro's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and growled: "I'll sit down now!"
With one sentence, everyone's faces straightened up, and they all sat upright.
"What the hell do you look like!"
Kuro pointed at them, and said with a bit of hatred: "Forget it about the weird sitting posture. The one who smokes smokes, the one who drinks drinks, and the one who wears a bellyband, what are you doing, you are the navy! You must know your shame, know your shame
do you know!"
As he spoke, Kuro puffed out a puff of smoke arrogantly.
Admiral: "..."
Zhan Taowan: "..."
Why do you need to bring him out alone to talk about it?