Pirate’s Steel Chain Finger

Da da da……

The shiny black leather shoes walked slowly on the marble floor covered with gravel and dust, and the crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the silent hall.

The battle between the two ancient Weapons in the outside world seems to be completely unable to affect the power between them, as if they were isolated from the world.

Whenever the sound of footsteps echoed, Five Elders couldn't help backing slightly. Even though they had crossed the concept of "human beings" for immortality, they instinctively felt fear in the face of Victor standing on the top of the world.

Finally, Victor walked to the center of the hall, and Five Elders retreated to the window, unable to retreat.

"It looks like you guys don't plan to buy me a drink anymore? It's a pity. I thought we had such a pleasant conversation eight years ago. At least this reunion will have a warm opening." Victor stood in the hall with a handsome face. It's like a perfect god: "Oh sorry, does this terrible environment make you uninterested? Please wait a moment."

Victor snapped his fingers and quickly spread the ripples of the ‘zipper’ around him, sweeping away all the dust and gravel wherever the ripples went, and the whole hall was completely renewed, recreating its former glory and luxury.

In this magnificent hall, Five Elders, with a gray head and an embarrassed face, looked out of place.

A round table composed entirely of zippers and five luxuriously shaped high-back chairs floated from the ground, and six goblets also appeared on the round table.

Five Elders watched all this in silence, no matter how angry or aggrieved, they did not dare to speak out. They are just immortal, not strong men with terrifying power, and they are no more threatening than five old cats with teeth and claws in front of the fierce chain.

"There is no wine stored here. It doesn't matter, I brought a bottle of good wine from my hometown, Johnnie Walker, you will love it."

Victor appeared with a handle of wine in his hand. He poured half a glass for each goblet himself. He raised his eyes to the Five Elders who was shrinking in the corner, and couldn't help but chuckle: "I still remember whether it was an interview or a phone bug. We all talked very happily when we contacted, but now why are you happy? Come on, please take a seat."

Just hooking their fingers, Five Elders immediately felt stiff, and the invisible force forcibly pulled them to the five high-back chairs and sat down. Five goblets floated in front of them, and Five Elders could even see his frightened eyes from the reflection on the glass wall.

The old man with blond hair and short beard was already grumpy, and his hostility towards Victor made him unable to control his emotions anymore. He snapped open the goblet in front of him, and roared: "You humble, ant-like son of fishermen, how dare you be so presumptuous to us! You should be a humble fisherman like your parents who died early. ..."

Click.

The old man with blond hair and short beard made a dull bone breaking sound, and his head was turned twice with invisible hands. The corpse just reflexively twitched a few times before slid down the high chair and lay down. On the cold marble floor, glass slag and red wine covered his luxurious and very luxurious dress.

The other four Five Elders were full of horror. Immortality does not mean immortality. Only then did they realize that they were also mortals and would die.

"It looks like this old man is a little excited, but it doesn't matter, he just calms down."

Victor held the goblet in one hand and smiled warmly: "Everyone, to our reunion after eight years, right?"

The other four Five Elders held up the goblet in front of them with their slightly trembling hands, and drank it tremblingly, and even spilled a lot on the corners of their mouths and the skirts of their clothes, making them even more embarrassed.

Seeing Victor also drank his glass of wine comfortably, the old map head took the courage and said, "Victor, even if you kill us all, it won't help. Why don't you talk about it? I know you have been protecting this large area. The civilians on the sea are the same for us. If we work together, isn't it better for those civilians?"

"Yes, Victor, we were not good before, but you killed most of the strong men in Marine and the World government, and you got angry, right?" The old man with long hair and beard ignored his messy hair and beard. Wiping the remaining red wine at the corners of his mouth, he said, "If [Uranus] and [Pluton] continue to fight, the Coral and Hunters Association will probably suffer heavy losses. Why not sit down and talk."

The old man with black hat and dirty braids looks more like a weak old man after losing his cane, and his tone is low: "The assets of the World government are huge. It will be much faster for us to deal with it. And for 800 years, there have been so many extremely secret information that only we know, spare our lives, and we will give you an unimaginable return!"

Victor slowly poured himself another half glass of wine, shook the glass and smiled as he listened to the hard work of the three old men. After the three of them had finished speaking, they turned to look at the old bald man who had been silent: "This old man, you have been the only one in Five Elders who have been relatively kind to me. Why, don't you have anything to say to me? "

The bald old man never let go of his cherished sword from beginning to end. His face was withered and decayed, and he whispered: "What else can I say now? If I really want to say it, I regret why I chose to support you in the first place. Become Seven Warlords of the Sea, which created the situation as it is today."

"Elder Dao, you!" The other three Five Elders were anxious all of a sudden and angered the fierce chain. What if he kills us all!

"No, think about it again. Even if you are not Seven Warlords of the Sea, there are countless other ways for an extraordinary man like you to rise, but becoming Seven Warlords of the Sea is a relatively convenient way. ,right?"

The old bald smiled sorrowfully: "The other three idiots still thought you could spare their lives, but they didn't know that you sentenced us to death since the first phone worm meeting in Tanar."

The other three looked at the old bald dumbfounded, and turned to look at Victor with a ten thousandth of hope.

Victor gently shook the wine glass in his hand, his smile on his face unchanged, and the breeze was still gentle.

The three of them immediately understood everything, holding their heads in their hands in despair, and crying silently.

Only the bald old man stood up tremblingly holding the sword, tried his best to straighten his waist, and pulled out the sword in his hand to point to Victor: "It's been eight hundred years, at least to the end, let me die with dignity."

Victor smiled slightly, the wine in his hand disappeared, replaced by the flame sword. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and hung it down, and leaned slightly toward the old bald man with his left hand stroking his chest:

"my pleasure."

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