One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

The expected attack did not come, which made Loya feel very strange. 23us. The quickest step into the hall, only lifelike ice sculptures appeared in front of Loya.

"You didn't even attack me?" Loya looked around and stepped into the casino.

The once splendid casino has now turned snow-white, with icy ice everywhere, exuding a slight chill.

The gamblers and entertainers in the casinos kept their postures before freezing and were fixed in place.

They didn't even notice what was going on, they only heard the explosion and then they were frozen.

Looking around, there is really nothing unusual. Loya had to come to an ice sculpture that looked like the person in charge of the casino, raised his hand and smashed the ice shell on him.

"Huh...ah!" He felt very happy to be able to breathe again. He gasped for breath, and it took him a long time to break free from his suffocation.

However, he recognized the person in front of him at a glance, his breathing stopped suddenly, and he looked at Loya in horror: "You...what do you want to do?"

"Don't be so excited..." Loya stretched his arms around his shoulders and brought a big face in front of him. The blood on the left side of his face made him look even more hideous.

"I'm just asking, where is your boss Rus, just tell me if you know it, don't you know..."

Loya didn't finish his words, but the killing intent in his tone could be said to be undisguised.

The person in charge in the suit shuddered like a frightened quail.

"I said, I said! Don't kill me, Boss Ruth is in the bottom basement, and I don't know what he's going to do."

"Basement?" Loya turned his head to look at the ground. Indeed, although the thick floor was separated, the breath of life from below was still clearly visible.

Not just people, but other things.

"Interesting, is it a trap again?" Loya sneered, raising his hand to shoot the person in charge out. The latter suffered a heavy blow, only to feel that his internal organs were about to shatter, and smashed straight on the opposite wall, and after a long time, it slipped down close to it, and there was more air out and less air in.

Leaning against the wall, he looked at Loya with both panic and resentment: "Why...why?"

Didn't you say don't kill yourself?

Are the powerhouses so shameless now?

"Ah?" Loya glanced at him and said lightly: "I didn't say I won't kill you. What do you think it has to do with me?"

"I..." A mouthful of sweet blood rushed to his throat, his eyes widened and he couldn't rest.

For these scum, Loya does not have the majesty that a strong man should have, as long as it is an enemy, just kill it.

After killing the person in charge, Loya found a bare-ass slave and kicked the ice layer on his body with his feet.

"Cough! Cough!"

He coughed uncomfortably for a while at first, and then saw Loya in front of him, and he was shocked and curled up with his head in a conditioned reflex.

This is the experience summed up in his slave life...the experience of how to protect himself from being beaten to death when being beaten.

Seeing his action, Loya sighed in his heart, then threw the coat he picked up at random to him, and said lightly, "Are you a slave here?"

"Yes... yes my lord.

"

Because Loya didn't hit anyone immediately, the slave was a little strange, and raised his head carefully to answer Loya's question.

"Then do you know who are Jones's here?" Loya pointed to the ice sculpture in the hall and asked, then picked up an iron bolt that fell from the door and handed it to him: "Put the ice on your own body. Smash the blocks and save them. The rest of Jones's men are left to you."

After all, Loya lifted her foot and left.

These people have lost their dignity as human beings, and killing the master who whipped them with their own hands is the first step in their rebirth.

Otherwise, even if they were rescued, they would still be slaves.

A free, unrestricted slave.

Seeing Loya's figure disappearing in the direction of the inner door, the slave reacted. He held the iron rod in his hand tremblingly, not knowing what he was thinking, but soon, this hesitation was covered by hatred.

He stood up with a whimper and came to the "dignified guest" who had beaten and scolded him the most in the past. The iron rod in his hand made a harsh whistle and slammed it down heavily at his head.

Click!

This is the sound of that thin ice layer breaking.

Click!

This is the sound of the skull being smashed.

Looking at the fallen corpse on the ground, the slave couldn't help but spit it out. But he remembered what the other party had done, resisted his nausea, and went to save his companion.

Because of his physical strength, as the seventh slave of the other party, he was able to survive until now. Then, let your own strength become the strength to save everyone.

......

Loya didn't care what happened upstairs.

Whether the slaves kill all the villains or the villains get out of trouble and kill all the slaves, it has nothing to do with them.

He has done enough. It is not easy to create an ice layer that is extremely difficult to destroy from the inside and easy to destroy from the outside.

This can be counter-killed by the other party, so there is really nothing to say.

The layout of the Gold Casino on Emerald Street is a bit unique. Ordinary ground-level casinos will have a second floor, a VIP room or something, even if the basement is bad.

But there is nothing here, all gambling is settled in the lobby on the first floor. There are at most a few small compartments that are drawn up with curtains, even if they are boxes.

Everything is due to Ruth's prudence and domineering. He is worried that the guests are hiding in a secret room that cannot be monitored. What if they discuss how to kill him?

You must know that the box of the casino is never allowed to set up surveillance phone bugs. This is the rule that all dark world casinos abide by, and Ruth naturally does not dare to risk the world.

So starting from the basement level, what appeared in front of Loya was an empty hall.

There are still clear traces of transportation on the ground, proving that this place was not empty before, but it was just temporarily evacuated.

"So... where are you hiding, Russ." Loya kept his domineering openness open, and beware of unknown traps.

The basement here is very strange, and it is not clear how many floors there are in total, but the surrounding walls are all made of fine iron, more like a Colosseum than a basement for storing sundries.

Slowly coming to the iron door leading to the next floor, Loya just put his hand on the door handle, and a sense of crisis suddenly hit.

Too late to think about it, shave! Moon step! Second stage acceleration!

Loya immediately turned into a black line and came to the door at the other end of the basement leading to the first floor.

At this moment, there was a bang with a bang.

The one-centimeter-thick big iron door burst open instantly, and countless iron pieces were wrapped in the impact of the explosion, flying recklessly in the basement, and the hard iron pieces left deep scratches on the surrounding walls. .

If you slow down a bit, Loya can't guarantee that the ice armor on his body can resist the explosion.

"It's really a dangerous guy..." Loya held an ice shield to resist the impact and iron pieces generated by the explosion, his face was ugly.

First use an empty hall that looks weird to attract his attention, but in fact no traps are set. Then, when he reached the gate of the next floor, he detonated the bomb only when he was a little slack.

If you change someone, you will be seriously injured if you don't die this time.

"It seems that after returning home, improving the intensity of the domineering must be put on the agenda." Loya thought.