Mihawk was also confused. He had only seen a pirate ship on his way here, and then, in fulfilling his duty as a Shichibukai, he cleaved the ship in two with a single slash. His lazy husband had found this thing when he went to collect the spoils of war.
And the pirate crew's flag is different from this bottom symbol.
“Such exquisite goods should circulate even among niche consumers like me, unless they are new.”
Kuro held the cigar between two fingers and said, "But if it's a new product, it will take some time for it to circulate. The problem is that they might not sell the prototypes... This symbol is still a pirate, so there's nothing to talk about."
If he had that kind of skill, wouldn't it be better for him to just take over their base?
Then the industry would be his too.
Self-produced and self-sold, couldn't be better?
An island in the East China Sea.
"Boss, boss!"
Inside a wealthy estate, a middle-aged man with curly hair came running in, panting, and called out to a brown-haired youth sitting at the head of the long table in the room.
The young man's hair was disheveled yet textured, mostly combed back, but a few strands fell across his forehead. On the long table was a large map, with daggers stuck in many places on it.
The young man spoke slowly, "Don't panic, have a drink first."
A subordinate handed him a bottle of rum. The curly-haired middle-aged man picked up the bottle, took two gulps, and then, catching his breath, said, "Our merchant ship was robbed on the Grand Line."
"The Grand Line..."
The young man frowned. "You mean the merchant ships that went to scout the way last year? Is it only now that we're getting news? I thought they were all wiped out."
"Yes, news has come that the men who assembled that batch of merchant ships sold a lot of goods, but they were recently robbed. He only called us after he recovered from his injuries, and that's how we found out about it," said the curly-haired middle-aged man.
"Never mind..."
The young man shook his head: "It was just an experiment to begin with. Our primary base is the East China Sea. What we need to do is develop industries there. The Grand Line is ultimately too small. Although it has a great influence, if we fail, we fail."
A refined-looking man nodded and said, "That's right. Since that navy left the East China Sea, our strength has made great progress in the past two years, and we are finally no longer constrained."
"But we're still under their noses, so we still need to be careful."
The young man said calmly, "But pirates are not all the same. We just want to do business. As long as we don't cause too much trouble, that Marine won't turn his attention back to his homeland. Let's leave it at that for now. We don't need to worry about the Grand Line for the time being. Let's focus on establishing a foothold in the East Blue first."
“Okay, boss.” The curly-haired middle-aged man nodded.
The young man stood up, picked up a dagger from the map, and said, "The industrial chain is now missing a crucial route. When he was here, I didn't dare to go there. Now that he's gone, I can finally go and take a look. After all... this is my hometown."
puff!
He inserted the dagger into one of the locations on the large map, the blade sinking halfway in.
There was a line of small print on that spot that read—Kingdom of Gez.
...
Two weeks later, the Seven Warlords of the Sea arrived one after another.
Within the past two weeks, the second to arrive was Buggy, bringing Mr. 3 and Alvida. Yes, Alvida...
That famous fat woman from the East Blue—Kuro had heard of her back when he was in the East Blue.
I never expected that after eating the fruit, I would turn into such a beautiful woman.
The third to arrive was Crocodile, and the last was 'Empress' Boa Hancock.
At this moment, they gathered in the conference hall.
Bucky's mouth gaped open, his distinctive makeup and red nose making him look comically comical. His hands were apart, gripping a knife and fork as he ate the food in front of him.
Crocodile leaned back arrogantly in his chair, cigar in his mouth, head tilted back.
Hancock sat far away from them, her face full of arrogance.
As for Mihawk, he was right next to Kuro, with his legs crossed on the table and his hat brim drooping down, obscuring his eyes.
Pirates, they're never serious.
"Knock knock..."
Kuro tapped the table with his finger and said calmly, "Alright, everyone's here. Let's begin the meeting."
"snort..."
Crocodile chuckled, "It's been a long time since we've had a meeting like this. This is quite a grand affair."
Even before he was expelled, these meetings were always packed with people. Back then, the only one who could regularly attend the meetings was Xiong.
"They're all here?"
Bucky looked around. "Hey, Crocodile is one thing, but it seems like we're missing two. Aren't they coming?"
"I said I'd get there, and I'm here."
Kuro said something, snapped his fingers, and stepped forward, placing several documents in front of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
"Gentlemen, this is the first meeting since I took charge of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. As the new commander, I should bring a fresh perspective. Therefore, I am presenting you with a new contract."
Kuro looked at them and said, "Sign it, and you will be the new Shichibukai."
Mihawk pointed to the brim of his hat, glanced down, and a smirk played on his lips. "Interesting..."
Bucky's eyes bulged, and the noodles he was eating unconsciously slipped from his mouth. "Hey, this contract..."
Crocodile glanced at him, then raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Kuro, this contract isn't right, is it?"
Kuro said slowly, "What's wrong with that? You are now the 'New Seven Warlords of the Sea,' so of course you should follow the new rules."
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