This guy's been in the Navy for so many years, he's not so easy to change.
Kizaru laughed and said, "Well, he originally didn't want to agree, but Granny Tsuru made him agree, so he's one of them. But Kuzan rarely sends information over."
"He's so lazy, it's good enough if he occasionally has any intelligence. That's good enough."
Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke from his cigar and said, "Alright, I'll take this job, but you said yourself that you'd contact me if there's nothing urgent, but if there's too much work, I'll just quit."
“Of course,” Kizaru said with a smile.
"Tch, nothing good ever comes from coming here. I should have just left."
Kuro picked up the Den Den Mushi and the folder, stood up, and left.
"Are you leaving already?"
"Aren't you leaving? Staying for dinner?"
Kuro rolled his eyes and walked straight out of the office.
He could have refused, but when the old man said he was old, he suddenly realized that he did seem to show signs of aging.
Of the original three generals, the old man was the oldest. In addition, he was injured by two Yonko this time. Although he received timely treatment, it is normal for him to look tired.
Well, he really couldn't stand it.
It was just a small matter, so I accepted the offer.
This doesn't seem like a big problem.
Kizaru watched Kuro leave, shrugged, and continued clipping his nails. After a long while, he chuckled and said:
"The intelligence agencies have also given it out, hmm... it's time to start building momentum, let's see what Sakazuki has to do."
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