The Laughing Clown in Pirate

The clouds gradually thickened and obscured the moonlight, and shadows slowly covered the two sides confronting each other.

The strong wind gradually picked up, ruffling the roses in the flower field and blowing away the bright red petals that fell to the ground.

Among the flying bright red petals, Lisandro Oroko's meticulously combed hair gradually became disheveled, with a few strands of gray hair scattered from his temples.

The uncrowned underground king of the Chambord Islands put his cane aside, slightly bent his spine, bent his knees, and slowly knelt down.

After he knelt down, the people around him in black suits also knelt down.

"This is an unseemly thing to do, really unbecoming!" Willibald Saint glanced at Loki beside him in the carriage and said expressionlessly.

"Casemiro, get up from the ground!" As soon as Tianlongren finished speaking, Casemiro got up from the ground neatly. The cut wound was still bleeding and causing severe pain.

Luo knelt and lowered his head, trying hard to suppress the raised corners of his mouth, looking annoyed at his own incompetence.

"I originally thought I didn't have to dirty my hands, but you trash can't even hold on for a moment!" Willibald Saint continued to curse angrily: "Because of you, my wife and the Oroko family

Friendships have been affected.”

"I'm very sorry, Lord Willibald Saint! It's my incompetence!"

Despite being scolded, Casemiro still nodded in agreement. He was excited and knew that he had fully grasped this opportunity.

"That's all, you are the only one among a bunch of rubbish who has some strength." Willibald Saint was tired of scolding and turned to look at Lisandro Oroko who was still kneeling under the carriage.

This old man, who has controlled the underground forces of the Chambord Islands for decades, is looking at the instigator in front of him, his deep eyes calm and calm.

"Lord Willibald Saint, if you are interested in something belonging to the Oroko family, you can just say so. The Oroko family is always willing to contribute to you. You don't have to make it so complicated and dirty your hands."

"But some things have to use some means." Willibald Saint was silent for a moment, trying to recall the lines that Loki taught him: "If I directly ask the Oroko family to do something, in the end it will definitely become me doing it to

The Orocco family is in charge. Are you right, Mr. Lisandro Orocco?"

"Willibald Saint has a deep misunderstanding of the Oroko family. We are just a small family living in Chambord, and we don't have that much courage."

"Oh? That's what Loki said too, but the matter has come to this point and everything is irreversible." Willibald Saint looked down at the old man in front of him: "Lisaandro Oroko, do you hate me?"

Lisandro Oroko couldn't see through the Draco in front of him. He looked completely different from when he first entered the Chambord Islands. But Lisandro Oroko still didn't see ambition in his eyes. He had

All people will not have blazing ambitions.

So why did he do this, why did he plan all this, why did he want to destroy the Oroko family? He wanted slaves. The Oroko family would find him the rarest and most interesting ones. He wanted treasures, and Oroko would give him the deep sea.

Corals, shining pearls, brilliant diamonds...

In the end, he gave up dealing with the false flattery of the stupid Draco and instead spoke his true feelings.

"Hate! But I'm more afraid!"

"My granddaughter, who is under one year old, is still babbling in my daughter-in-law's arms. My five-year-old grandson was sitting on my lap the day before yesterday with his eyes wide open and listening to me telling stories. My troubled daughter has just gotten married. I

I also want to see how I look in a wedding dress... Willibald Saint, you have made me lose a lot, but I am afraid that resisting you will make me lose even more."

Bang bang bang... In the cold night, applause sounded.

Willibald Saint waved his hands and smiled: "Okay! Good! Good!"

"Lisaandro Oroko from the East China Sea took revenge tonight, but was betrayed by the family traitor Jeremy Ladd. He was ambushed. Only one person in the entire revenge team escaped. Lisandro Oroko also held a grudge.

Died at the hands of young gangster Casemiro!”

"Mr. Oroko, what do you think of this story? Would you like to participate in it?"

His hands clenched the flesh of his knees, and Lisandro Oroco had a splitting headache. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the days in the smelly slave merchant ship's cabin, and his hands seemed to be in chains again.

"I'm very happy, Lord Willibald Saint!" If he rose up to resist, Lisandro Oroko would have 30% to hijack the Celestial Dragons under the protection of cp0.

But Lisandro Oroko is old after all, no longer young. This is not only reflected in his aging body but also in his choices.

He chose a safer and more miserable option.

The moment Lisandro Oroko agreed, the gangsters who were unconditionally loyal to Lisandro Oroko took action on their companions, and the sound of gunshots and the sound of knives entering the body continued to sound.

In the end, there were only two big bosses left. Rez laughed and took the claw from Jose's hand and stabbed it into his heart.

"I'm too stupid to know how to act. I'll leave it to you from now on, Jose!"

Looking at the last of his men who was in a state of embarrassment and seriously injured, Lisandro Orokco patted him on the shoulder.

…

Moaning, coughing, and invisible illnesses, a metal ring on the chain that held young Lisandro Orocco rusted, so Lisandro Orocco kept secretly banging against the chain with other metals.

Ring buckle.

The clasp had been knocked open and the chain broken last night, but Lisandro Orokco had no chance of escape.

Tonight, the cabin was rocking extremely violently, and slaves who were already exhausted were strangled to death under the constant bumps in the cabin. The waves crashed on the cabin with a deafening sound, and Lisandro Oroco could hear the deck sailors on the cabin.

They shouted and roared loudly.

In the endless shaking and jolting, the cabin finally shattered, and the turbulent water poured into the cabin. All the slaves would drown in this sea, except the lucky Lisandro Oroko.

He ran up the vertical ladder connecting the deck in a few sprints. After reaching the deck, only a few sailors were holding on to the ship's ropes or masts in the storm.

He shouted excitedly in the storm, praising the God of the Sea. In the distance was a seaspout that struck at an extremely fast speed. He hugged the railing next to the ship. The captain had no time to pay attention to a runaway little slave.

Try to turn the rudder to save the ship.

The seaspout brought the medium-sized slave ship into the air, and it fell back down again after an unknown amount of time.

The storm gradually dissipated and the moonlight gradually became thinner. The survivor Lisandro Oroco was lying on a floating ship. In the distance, a small green dot could be seen, which was an island.

Around him were floated the corpses of sailors, spirits, food, and coins that were too heavy and all sank to the bottom of the sea... Lisandro Orocco used a long wooden bar floating next to him as a paddle to shuttle over the wreckage of the shipwreck.

, salvaging useful things one after another from time to time.

Finally, he picked up a small, luxurious wooden box. The uncomplicated lock was not difficult for Lisandro Orocco, a frequent pickpocket, to open.

It only took him a little effort to open the small box, and lying inside was the treasure of the sea, the Devil Fruit.

Despite this...the cool-headed Lisandro Oroco resisted the desire to eat it right away.

About three days later, Lisandro Oroco, who exhaustedly climbed onto the green archipelago composed of tree roots, swallowed the entire fruit that tasted worthy of the name of the devil.

The option of selling the fruit was not in his mind at all. Lisandro Orokco understood that power was the only thing.

This...is the first pot of gold for Lisandro Oroko from the East China Sea.