When Sand Crocodile saw Duran and Dinisha, he knew something was wrong, but he still came to see them and welcomed them.
He knew that Duran had won a lot of money, but he also knew that Duran didn't care about money at all, so he was very nervous.
"The hero of Alabasta, a member of the Shichibukai, Mr. Shah Crocodile, what a coincidence, we can meet here, it's all fate." Duran smiled.
Sand Crocodile thought to himself, don’t you know whose territory this is? It’s shameless to deliberately come here and pretend to be surprised. But he could only cooperate and said: “Yeah, what a coincidence. I don’t know if you can enjoy it.
happy?"
"Money is needed by others because they want to trade and use money to buy goods they don't have but need. From ancient times to the present, people's abilities are limited. One person cannot complete farming, casting, and weaving at the same time.
Treatment and all other work, so there are specializations in the industry, and different people have different jobs. Then everyone uses their own excess to exchange for other people’s excess, forming a trade and prosperous economy. Everyone needs money, but I am different
, Generally speaking, I don’t like to use money, I like to use robbery.” Dulan calmly said frightening words.
Trading is when two people exchange with each other and each party gets something. Robbery is when one party loses and the other party gains.
Sand Crocodile thought that this guy was worse than him. He pretended to be a hero and brought hope to the country, but the other guy only brought destruction.
"Lao Sha, let me tell you the truth. No matter what you want in this country, I want it at the seventh level." Dulan made his conditions, which were completely unquestionable, as if opening at three or seven was already a gift.
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"If you value the benefits of the venue, of course I am willing to cooperate with you." His heart was bleeding, but Sand Crocodile still said cowardly: "The seventh floor is no problem, after all, you are more famous than me."
Dulan looked at the sand crocodile with a half-smile.
The other party's expression is scary. How much does he know? This is something Sand Crocodile doesn't know. He feels that Duran already knows everything, but only Robin knows his ultimate goal. The other party shouldn't know: "I am
Looking for a quiet place to make money, I came to Alabasta and opened some industries, that's all."
"Really? If you really just want to make money, then a stable Alabasta is the best choice, right? But you provoked internal strife, messed up the economy, and lost all the money you could have earned.
"Dulan said.
"I do not know what you're talking about."
"You can't deceive the moving natural disaster. In short, the seventh floor is mine and the third floor is yours." Duran said.
The sand crocodile gnashed its teeth and decided to take action if it wanted to. This was the desert and it was its own place. No matter how powerful the opponent was, they might not be able to win.
Another voice told him to calm down, moving natural disasters are all masters of domineering, and even if they use their hands, natural fruits are no match. They are very domineering.
Although natural fruits are powerful, domineering is everything.
Two voices were fighting in Sand Crocodile's mind, giving him a headache. One voice told him to take action, and the other voice told him to endure.
"Honey, seventh floor, do it!" Before Sand Crocodile could react, Duran asked Dinisha to take action.
Dinisha understood immediately, drew her sword, and her overlord-colored sword energy flourished: "God avoids!"
Black sword energy swirled inside and outside the building, and all objects were opened by 37. Sand Crocodile did not react at all. Tables, chairs, benches, and even buildings were opened by 37.
At the same time, even the money is divided into 37%, which is completely 37% in the physical sense. But this is not dividing the spoils at all, but pure destruction. This kind of 37% is to cut things open and destroy them.
A banknote is worthless if it is split into two halves.
Sand Crocodile's heart was bleeding. Although his ambitions were not limited to the high-end club in Alabasta, it took him several years to run it and was the source of funds for his activities. Now that it is gone, what will he do in the future?
Even the Shichibukai need to eat, they need to spend money to support their subordinates, and their subordinates need money to go out for action. Without money, it is absolutely impossible.
Is it tolerable or intolerable? Seeing that all his foundations were destroyed, Sand Crocodile felt that he was going to suffer from brain congestion, that he could no longer bear it, and that he could not suppress the anger in his heart.
Boom, the building made a strange noise, as if it would collapse at any time. But the strange thing is that the building that was divided into two is still standing and has not collapsed.
"Three to seven," said Duran.
Sand Crocodile knew that he couldn't make a move, as he was not the opponent's move. Just this one move was already beyond his understanding. There were so many things, and such a detailed move was unheard of. It felt like even the world's best swordsman
There is no such terrifying swordsmanship.
He was very angry and aggrieved. He also remembered that when he was young and frivolous, he went to the second half of the Grand Route to challenge the Four Emperors. As a result, he was tortured by Whitebeard to the point of psychological shadow, and he could only return to the first half of the Grand Route to rest.
It took several years for him to finally recover and launch the "Operation Utopia" in an attempt to seize Pluto. But reality gave him a wake-up call and he encountered two unreasonable male and female bastards.
Facing a strong man, what can I do except obtain legendary weapons?
Hades, you must get it.
You have to be patient, Alabasta is already in civil strife, and you can take advantage of the chaos to get Hades. When the time comes, anyone who has insulted you will have to pay back double.
He was going to succeed soon, and a little impatience would mess up his big plans. He kept telling himself to be patient.
"Yes, 30-70." Although Sand Crocodile was furious, he still gritted his teeth and agreed.
Dulan thought to himself that the sand crocodile was really tolerant and didn't even take action. If the sand crocodile took action, he could directly educate the other party.
But if the other party doesn't take action, then you won't take action either. If the other party can endure it, you can endure it even more than he does.
"When you get what you want, I will come back and take away my seventh floor. Goodbye." Duran left.
Boom! As soon as Duran left, Sand Crocodile couldn't bear it anymore and angrily destroyed three-tenths of his buildings: "It's too much to bully others!" His eyes turned red.
His subordinates were also silent. They were also frightened by the power of moving the natural disaster, and they were really like madmen.
"It's well-deserved." When Robin saw it, he couldn't help but understand why so many people were afraid of moving natural disasters, and even established a religion to deify the natural disasters. Seeing it with his own eyes, he knew that natural disasters are indeed as terrible as gods. That kind of completeness
The destructive power that is different from normal values is simply not understandable to normal people.
"I have no idea what they are thinking. Everything that ordinary people cherish, value, and pursue seems to be worthless in their eyes. Their values are completely distorted." Robin was completely unable to resonate with the mobile natural disaster:
"If they saw the historical text, they would probably destroy it."
However, she also knows that the historical text is made of the strongest stone, and there is currently no way to destroy it.
Robin is the child of Orbia and a student of a scholar. She masters ancient languages and is one of the few people who can decipher historical texts. Because of her ability to decipher, she became a wanted criminal at a young age and wandered the sea for more than ten years.
In the year of 1998, he had been living on the move since he was a child, and he had experienced intrigues and intrigues.
In fact, Duran believes that the world government does not need to stop scholars at all, and can completely support scholars in interpreting. It is useless to stop them anyway. Even if all the interpreters are killed, then everyone can make up a blank history that is not good for the world government.
The historical truth is not important at all, what is important is what kind of truth everyone needs. Even if the ancient writings are completely lost, you can still make up random things to say that the world government is an evil party and shake up the rule.
It's useless to just stop it. In the end, it all depends on the economy. If the world government's economic system can be maintained, everyone will be able to accept the Draco. If the economic system cannot be maintained, everyone will have to change to another system.
When the system is changed, there will inevitably be various ideological trends against the world government, including random fabrications.