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

After the words fell, he looked at the snowflakes left on Ron's hair and windbreaker, and smiled apologetically:

"Sorry, the weather on this island is not very good recently."

As he said that, he slowly raised his hand, and his rough big hand and five fingers spread wildly in mid-air, and then they were tightly closed into fists!

Swish!

The fierce and surging wind suddenly created waves on the ground, which actually surrounded his body, pouring from bottom to top, and rushed straight into the sky like a roaring dragon.

The next moment, only a dull thunderous roar was heard.

The snow cloud in the sky was blasted open a shocking huge hole, and then dissipated.

The world in front of him suddenly became clear.

The wind stopped.

The heavy snow also stopped suddenly.

Wisps of warm and warm sunlight gradually swayed down from the sky, shining on everyone, and also shining on the white snow on the ground, shining brightly.

Only then did Drago look at the navy boy with a dull expression in front of him, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile:

"Welcome to come, Mr. Ron."

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Chapter 7

The wind and snow stopped suddenly, and the world was magnificent.

Behind Ron, Betty, Ivankov, and Kerla, commanders of the Eastern Region of the Revolutionary Army, stared blankly at the shocking scene in front of them, unable to calm down for a long time.

The wind and snow all over the sky, and the thick snow clouds suddenly dissipated under the leader's casual blow!

The bright sun shines on the body of "the world's most ferocious criminal" and the leader of the revolutionary army, Dorag, making his figure look as majestic and tall as a god!

Drago noticed the shocked expressions of the three of Kerla, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But when he shifted his gaze to Ron, he frowned.

"Mr. Ron, what's the matter?"

He found that Ron was staring at himself with an extremely complicated look.

That feeling... as if calculating, measuring something.

Hearing what Drago said, Ron suddenly came back to his senses, a smile appeared on his face, and he held Drago's rough palm.

"It's okay, it's just that your strength is too amazing, I'm a little distracted."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dorag."

Drago looked at Ron suspiciously, but in the end he didn't find any clues, so he ignored the matter.

"Come on, Mr. Ron, we have prepared the dinner, please don't shirk."

Ron nodded and smiled.

"It is a great honor to have dinner with Mr. Dorag."

"Hahahaha!!" Ron's straightforwardness and straightforwardness made Drago couldn't help laughing.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, as if pointing something.

It's just that what Drago, the "world's number one criminal", never guessed was that when he showed his strength and wanted to impress Ron, the latter only had one very simple and very simple idea in his mind. Simple thoughts.

——If you kill Drago, how many golden lions can you get?Is it enough to repay the system's 15 points?

……

Of course Ron wouldn't kill Drago, that's all he thought.

It's okay to think about it.

After all, Garp's face still has to be given.

Moreover, as the leader of the Revolutionary Army, Dorag is bent on overthrowing the world government and establishing an equal and free world, which in itself is a person worthy of respect.

Well, of course, the fact that he couldn't beat him was one of the reasons Ron didn't kill Drago... one of the very, very small reasons.

In the restaurant in the building, the decoration is gorgeous, and the crystal chandelier hangs in the center of the ceiling above the head, emitting soft light.

Ron and Drago sat on both sides of the rectangular dining table, which was five meters long and one and a half meters wide, and was covered with delicately carved red tablecloths hanging down from both sides.

Betty, Commander of the Eastern Region, Ivankov, Commander of the Great Air Route Army, and Kerla, who "escorted" Ron back all the way, stood on both sides of the dining table as waiters.

Kerla changed into a Western-style dress, a white shirt that couldn't cover the turbulence at all, with two buttons on the neckline, and a black tie casually, revealing a deep gully, which was extremely alluring.

Of course, this was all Ron accidentally saw when Kerla was pouring himself a drink.

The other two kept their original hot outfits, standing motionless on both sides of the restaurant like two door gods.

Pots of exquisite delicacies are placed on the dining table.

Dorag introduced with a warm smile:

"Deep-sea lobster from the East China Sea, arctic clam sashimi from the North Sea, snail platter from the Midsummer Islands in the South China Sea, and the best wine from the West Sea..."

"There are also oysters from Murloc Island, wagyu beef from the Chambord Islands, and roast lamb from Alabasta..."

He proudly "humility" said:

"The greeting is not good, and I can only prepare these simple meals in a short time."

Ron glanced at him, suddenly smiled and said:

"Mr. Dorag is too polite. These are delicacies from all over the world. If even this can be called a simple meal, then there is no delicacy in this sea."

Drago was very satisfied with Ron's reaction, raised his glass and said with a smile:

"So... let's toast..."

He took a deep look at Ron,

"—to world peace!"

Ron smiled, and also raised his glass in the distance.

"To World Peace!"

After finishing speaking, Ron took a sip lightly and observed Drago quietly.

The latter gulped down the red wine, and the glass went straight to the bottom.

There was a twinkle in Ron's eyes.

At this moment, Drago put down his wine glass and stared at Ron with burning eyes:

"What does Mr. Ron think of the current world situation?"

As soon as he spoke, Ron waved his hand and said:

"Mr. Dorag, it's not a good habit to talk about things during meals, it affects digestion."

Dorag was taken aback.

Ron suddenly raised his head and looked at Kerla next to him.

Kerla, who was secretly wiping her saliva, noticed that Ron's eyes were suddenly startled, and her pretty face flushed red.

"Why don't we all have dinner together? I can't finish eating so much food."

Ron withdrew his gaze, looked at Drago with a smile,

"Mr. Dorag, what do you think?"

Before Drago could speak, Kerla blushed and waved her hands:

"No, no, Mr. Ron, you're welcome, I've eaten..."

gollum...

Her stomach suddenly growled.

Kerra's face was almost smoking red now.

Drago looked at Ron's half-smile expression, as if he understood something, he suddenly sighed and said:

"You see that, Mr. Ron?"

Ron shook his head slightly, smiled calmly and said:

"The deep-sea lobster in the East China Sea belongs to the A-grade standard on the market, but this one is only B-grade;"

"Arctic clam sashimi should be chilled, not room temperature;"

"The snail platter is usually baked with high-quality cheese as a condiment at high temperature;"

"..."

Every time Ron said a word, Dorag's face became stiff.

But his face was rather dark, so nothing could be seen.

"The top wine in the West Sea should be produced by Bronte Winery, but this wine has not yet sobered up, and the wine is not suitable for drinking;"

"..."

Ron spoke in a very peaceful tone, and finally pointed to the crystal chandelier above his head.

"The restaurant is cleaned very well, but the light of this chandelier is very weak, it can be seen that it is relatively old..."

Ron looked straight at the embarrassed Dorag, and said softly:

"It can be seen that you don't often entertain guests here, and you probably have never eaten such food."

"Don't look at me with that strange look... I don't have any special hobbies, I just like reading books."

"The world geography and culture courses of various countries in the military academy have a lot of introductions about food."