Pirate: Is this swordsman too meaty?

Wearing a black cloak, the masked man rested on a unique silver black-winged sickle on his right shoulder, and a cluster of light suddenly lit up in his eyes.

He hugged the sickle with both hands and slightly moved his dark and withered joints. A hoarse smile came from under the mask, "Hey, Six Styles? It suits us very well."

He glanced at the man next to him whose mask was hidden under a black cloak. The man understood and raised the number plate in his hand.

"21 million Baileys."

As soon as the assassination organization took action, it immediately caused a sensation in the venue.

Seeing that the young master next to him was a little moved, the old butler Peter, who had silver hair like snow, hurriedly reminded him, "Young master, those are people from the assassination organization. We cannot afford to offend them."

The head of the family, Elros, has just died, and now many people are eyeing the casino. As long as they reveal their flaws, the huge family business will be destroyed.

Young Master Fuklon gritted his teeth and looked at the drawings sealed in the transparent glass cover unwillingly. A look of struggle flashed across his face, and his eyes gradually dimmed, "I understand..."

The other forces at the venue are also like Falkron. The assassination organization has a very famous name and specializes in undertaking all kinds of assassination work, including assassination and one-stop service of burning and burying.

Seeing that no one dared to bid, the man in the dark cloak heard a cold joke. Just when the auctioneer Binns was about to announce the ownership of the six styles, Long Che gently raised the number plate in his hand: "30 million Baileys."<

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In an instant, everyone in the venue focused their attention on him, their pupils trembled, and their faces showed fear - "That man is... the Crimson Warrior!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

The whole venue was boiling instantly.

Falkron saw everyone in the venue looking horrified, and looked blankly at the old butler next to him, "Is the Crimson Warrior famous?"

Falkron was born with a golden key in his mouth. He traveled among various women and never cared about these topical figures at sea.

The old butler looked pale and muttered, "Young Master, the Scarlet Warrior is a very terrible criminal with a mysterious origin. In his first attack, he killed more than a dozen pirates with a bounty of over 100 million, and destroyed most of the Kingdom of Drokos. After that, he

He personally destroyed the Silver Ax Pirates, and former Navy Admiral Zefa was also defeated by him..."

No matter how stupid Fokron is, he still knows the weight of an admiral.

Falkron swallowed, "Then isn't he more dangerous than those guys?"

The old housekeeper nodded with difficulty.

The eyes of the haggard cloaked man who headed the assassination organization were slightly cold. When his companions heard the words of the Crimson Warrior, their breathing became visibly faster. He knew that they were upset.

"Don't panic, with our strength, we may not be able to win the Six Styles from him..."

The haggard man's voice was low and hoarse. Since he started working on assassinations, he has always been successful. He has killed over 100 million people. He doesn't think they have no chance of winning.

After all, he has never seen the opponent take action with his own eyes, so who knows if it was a deliberate stunt by the news agency.

"35 million Baileys." The haggard man raised the number plate.

Long Che took a deep look at the haggard man and smiled slightly. He leaned back to stretch his body, closed his eyes and rested, and did not increase the price any more.

He spent most of the bounty money he got before, and 3,000 beli is the limit.

Stussy asked curiously, "Long Che, Liu Shi, don't you want it anymore?"

Long Che opened his eyes and showed an evil smile, "If you want it, why don't you want it? But, Stussy, I think there is a better way to get it."

Stussy's expression changed slightly, "Long Che, you don't want to..."

Before he finished speaking, Long Che had already jumped out to the auction stage at such a fast speed that he could only see a few afterimages.

The spotlight shone on him, and from Binns' perspective, he could only see the cold light in the corners of his eyes.

"Crimson Warrior, what do you want to do??!"

The haggard man stood up abruptly, exuding a cold aura. Waves of cold air dispersed, and the seat was quickly covered and frozen by the cold air.

"Natural type...or superhuman type?"

Long Che glanced at the withered man, but he only glanced at it before casting his gaze back into the glass cover.

With a buzzing sound, the album vibrated and trembled, breaking through the glass cover and falling into Long Che's hands.

The haggard man's eyes were cold, and a trace of coldness spread outward, covering most of the venue in the blink of an eye.

The expressions of the guests at the venue changed drastically and they fled in panic, but many people were still frozen into ice cubes and looked hideous.

Binns was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

After receiving the six moves, Long Che noticed a list of auction items in Binns' hand. He picked it up and took a look. There was no record of the six moves on the auction list. The appearance of the six moves was completely an episode.

He knew very well that Stussy was worried that he would target the Celestial Dragons, so he tried his best to make the Six Styles appear at the auction, but the arrangements were inevitably a bit hasty.

He shook his head slightly, and his eyes stayed on the last auction item: "Natural type, Shaoshao fruit?"

Long Che's eyes narrowed slightly. This Devil Fruit is quite famous. It was once hard to distinguish between the Blue Pheasant's Violent Pheasant Mouth.

It's a pity that in the end, he suffered the loss of the version and was swallowed by Akainu's lava. In the end, he was pierced by the lava through his chest in order to save the son of luck.

Coupled with the endless fire-playing tricks of other fruit-powered and non-fruit-powered people, a famous saying began to spread on the forum: Burn the fruit, and even the dogs won’t eat it.

But it is undeniable that this devil fruit still has its merits.

Otherwise, Donquixote Doflamingo wouldn't have had countless people flock to him when he held a gladiatorial competition as the final reward.

"So, where is that fruit now?"

Long Che looked at Binsi with scarlet pupils. Binsi's eyes were out of focus and became dull and numb. He pointed at something covered by a red cloth held by the waiter backstage.

Long Che smiled slightly and strode towards the backstage. At this moment, the neglected haggard man and his companions surrounded Long Che.

The haggard man held the black-winged scythe in his hands, and his mask lit up with a faint light, "Crimson Warrior, hand over the Six Styles, and I can spare your life."

Long Che raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at Stusy who had just stood up and left his seat with half-squinted eyes, and then looked at the withered man, "This is an important person who finally got what was given to me... Ugly guys, what are you planning to do?"

Do you want to steal what I have?"

Hearing this, Stussy's heart trembled. Does he know my identity?

But there was no time to think too much, so I could only pretend to be a weak woman and blend in with the crowd to escape.

Ugly guy?!

The withered cloaked man seemed to be extremely sensitive to these words. With a bang, the cloak fell apart instantly, icy cold mist spewed out, and ice spikes appeared on the ground.

The haggard man walked out of the cold fog, his face ugly, and severe burns destroyed most of his face. The haggard man's face was gloomy, and the cold air under his feet spread, instantly covering the entire venue.

The CP agents stood vigorously on their seats and landed at the corner of the entrance to the venue, staring at the center of the venue warily.

The withered man sneered ferociously and licked his tongue, "A 1.4 billion head? Scarlet Warrior, you can't escape today."