This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

The name of the bar is very straightforward, so straightforward that customers are not welcome at all.

"Shaki's Ripped-off Bar".

Lao Lei casually put down the coated tool barrel, patted the dust off his body, carefully hid the hip flask, and immediately pushed open the small door of the bar.

clap la la...

The welcome bell rings for customers.

"I am back."

Lao Lei smiled and said to the woman behind the bar who was wiping her glass with a rag.

The woman raised her head and glanced at Lao Lei.

She put down the wine glass, turned around and took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, poured half of the glass, put ice cubes on it, and pushed it forward.

"Isn't the wine at home pretty good?"

The hostess of the bar, Xia Qi, rested her chin in one hand, picked up a lighter in the other hand and lit a slender women's cigarette, and looked at Lao Lei with a wide smile.

Old Lei smiled and said:

"The wine at home is so good, I'm not used to drinking it, so let's keep it and sell it to customers."

He took the glass and took a sip.

Xia Qi smiled and shook her head, holding the cigarette between her slender fingers, and took a sip from it.

"Recently, the Navy Headquarters has become lively..."

she said casually.

Lao Lei sat down,

"Yeah, I didn't expect that after 20 years, the guy from the Golden Lion would finally make a move."

He looked at the amber-colored wine in front of him, and the rippling wine reflected his pair of deep, old and weathered eyes, which seemed to be filled with emotions.

Xia Qi squinted at Lao Lei,

"You don't seem worried."

Lao Lei shook his head with a smile.

He stared blankly at the rippling luster in the wine glass, and murmured as if talking to himself:

"Times have changed."

"This is a whole new era."

"Skeeer shouldn't be playing again."

"The past is the past. In this brand new world, people of the old era can't find their way except for meaningless fighting and destruction, and will only get lost."

Having said that, he raised his head and looked at the wall behind the bar.

There, a reward order was pasted on the dark wooden wall.

On the reward order, there is a boy wearing a straw hat smiling brightly at the camera.

Xia Qi followed his gaze and looked over,

"You've seen it many times, so this is what you call the New Age?"

Lao Lei adjusted his glasses and said with a smile:

"Yes or no, there are many things that no one can tell."

He picked up the glass, raised his head and drank it down.

"I'm going out."

Lao Lei put the wine glass on the bar.

"Do you need a knife?" Xia Qi flicked the cigarette ash.

Lao Lei shook his head and said easily:

"No, just go and see for yourself, the new era of the Navy."

After speaking, Lao Lei tore off a white cloak from the hook on the wall, put it on behind him, and strode out the door.

The moment he opened the door and walked out of the bar.

The breeze blew up the cloak and his long, messy silver hair.

He raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

The blood-like setting sun reflected, and Lao Lei's face was full of anticipation and a mellow smile.

As if at such a moment,

He is no longer the hard-drinking coated old Ray of the Chambords Islands,

It was the right wrist of the famous One Piece back then... Hades Raleigh!

……

Inside Xia Qi's rip-off bar.

The hostess of the bar, Xia Qi, inhaled lazily, picked up the glass on the bar, and poured herself a glass of wine.

She turned around, leaning her slender waist against the bar, holding a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, squinting at the reward order.

a long time.

"A new era..."

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villa.

In the room made of marble, the firewood under the stone wall was burning vigorously.

very quiet.

After washing up, Ron came out of the shower with steam all over his body, and dried his body.

A new black suit lay flat on the bed.

He was silent, picked up his suit, walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and put the suit on carefully.

The fine wool suit covered the scars on the surface of the body. Ron meticulously buttoned the buttons one by one, and finally raised his head to look at the figure in the mirror.

His appearance is not outstanding, but there is a unique, war-baptized temperament between his brows, and his eyes are very bright.

"Are you ready?"

Ron suddenly said something to the figure in the mirror.

Naturally there was no response.

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

He raised his hand and tightened his black tie.

He didn't know what kind of ending he would face next.

"It's not the same as last time, Ron."

He murmured in his heart.

He only knew that this time, the only one he could rely on was himself.

He took a deep breath.

"Everything is arranged, Mr. Ron."

At this time Morgans' voice sounded behind him.

Ron turned around and saw Morgans in a straight tuxedo with his back leaning against the door frame of the room, with his wings raised and a round black felt hat twirling.

There was a smile on the corner of Ron's mouth,

"lets go."

Morgans bowed gracefully, put his top hat on his head, and made a "please" gesture.

Ron moved forward, past his figure.

"Mr. Ron."

Morgans said suddenly.

"What's the matter, Mr. Morgans." Ron paused.

Morgans quietly looked at the handsome navy boy in front of him, and said with a sudden smile:

"Be careful, don't die."

Ron smiled.

"Is that a concern?"

Unexpectedly, Morgans nodded seriously and said:

"Yes."

A moment of silence.

"why?"

"Because I have lived for so long, and have seen countless so-called influential people in this sea...but I have never seen such a crazy and interesting brat like you."

Ron pursed his lips, then smiled confidently:

"I'll survive."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly pushed open the door of the villa.

next moment,

The fierce sunlight from the outside poured into the dimly lit villa like a tsunami, and the cheers and noises that moved mountains and filled the sea suddenly engulfed the figure of the navy boy.

He took a step forward, his body as straight as a proud and rebellious battle gun.