Crocodile's Warning
My name is Crocodile.
His profession is a pirate.
But I'm different from those low-level pirates who only know how to kill and rob.
Not only did I obtain the title of "Shichibukai" from the World Government in my early years, but I also recently became the sworn brother of King Cobra of the Alabasta Kingdom. I am a well-deserved hero in the hearts of the Alabasta people.
Although these identities were merely a cover for me to seize the country of Alabasta and the Ancient Weapon Pluton associated with it.
But sometimes, I also enjoy being called a "hero".
At this moment, I am dressed as the commander of the royal guard of the Alabasta Kingdom, basking in the sunlight, sipping orange soda, and enjoying the trusting and admiring gazes of those around me.
Snort!
What a bunch of idiots!
If it weren't for the clues to Ancient Weapons in this country, how could someone as outstanding as me possibly be on friendly terms with your useless king?
If it weren't for the clues to Ancient Weapons in this country, how could a great schemer like me possibly show a friendly smile to you ants?
"Captain Crocodile! There's a security incident!"
Just as Crocodile was wandering around with a goblet full of orange juice, a dog wearing a green robe ran over.
To be precise, this is not a dog, but a jackal that lives in the desert.
The vice-commander of the Alabasta Kingdom's guard, Zoan Devil Fruit user with the "Dog-Dog Fruit, Model: Jackal," Jackal Chaka slammed on the brakes, carving long furrows in the sandy ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disrespectful? Is this how Brother Cobra raised you?"
Crocodile looked at his now-cloudy orange juice, his face darkening. "Do you even know what kind of polite people my former subordinates were?"
"Sorry!"
Chaka apologized repeatedly, and his tail drooped down.
"Alright, tell me, what exactly happened?"
Crocodile looked down at him and asked.
Chaka immediately reported the disturbance in the dessert area to his superior.
"What? You're saying Ma Qiao got into a fight with someone?"
Crocodile's face fell even more.
Who is Ma Qiao?
Those were his old subordinates who had devoted themselves to the successful restructuring and revival of Baroque Works!
Even his Cobra and his indirect route to seize power were inspired by Ma Qiao.
Whether for public or private reasons, Crocodile believed he should "enforce the law impartially."
Crocodile did a somersault and landed steadily on the back of the Chaka.
Chaka:???
"Commander Crocodile, aren't you a Logia Devil Fruit User? You can fly, right? Flying would be faster, wouldn't it?"
"I am a knight."
Crocodile, riding on the back of a jackal, waved to the cheering crowd and muttered, "Whether it's fast or not is one thing, whether it's cool or not is another."
With that, Crocodile clenched his belly, and Chaka dashed off towards the dessert section.
Along the way, the citizens of Alabasta cheered and waved to their hero, Crocodile the Dog Knight, whose image inspired their trust in him.
Soon, we arrived at the dessert section.
Crocodile arrived to find Ma Qiao beating a woman.
To be precise, Ma Qiao was beating up a little girl.
His ugly catfish -Fish-Man mount was using its long tongue to bind a seemingly innocent and cute little girl, turning her sideways with her rear end facing up.
Ma Qiao then raised his large, fan-like hand and slapped her buttocks hard, one slap after another.
Crocodile gasped. Why did Ma Qiao look so much like a villain?
Of course, Crocodile didn't object to this.
After all, he himself is a villain who is good at ruthlessly destroying women.
However, upon closer listening, Crocodile realized something was amiss.
Because the vicious curses uttered by this little girl were completely unlike what a normal little girl would say; they were full of vulgar and malicious words.
Almost at the same time as Crocodile arrived was the little girl, Katakuri, the beloved older brother Flampe had been longing for.
"Stop!"
An ordinary candy bean shot towards Tahm Kench's tongue like a bullet, grazing Ma Qiao's face.
Even though Tahm Kench, as Ma Qiao's personal bodyguard, had already reached level 12 and possessed a level 4 Thick Skin, this ordinary candy still knocked Tahm Kench's big tongue away and saved Flampe.
At the same time, the vulgar words that Flampe had been using vanished instantly, and her tone transformed into a gentle and sweet one. "Katakuri, this rude guy spanked my bottom, ooh!"
However, just as Flampe was crying and running towards the tall man who appeared in the distance, Ma Qiao reached out and lifted her up.
Ma Qiao slapped Flampe on the butt again, then looked up at Katakuri with a friendly smile, "Brother, there's a bit of a misunderstanding here. Would you like me to explain?"
Katakuri shook his head, his expression unreadable on the half of his face covered by a large scarf.
He knew his sister's true colors, of course.
In fact, the reason why Flampe did not receive a unanimous vote in last year's Charlotte Family's most popular sister poll was because Katakuri cast one of his votes for his truly beloved sister—the ugly-looking Brûlée.
Katakuri disliked Flampe, who had an angelic face but a venomous heart.
On the contrary, the understanding and easygoing Brûlée is the haven where he can freely express himself.
However, at this moment, Katakuri, as the second son of the Charlotte Family and Flampe's older brother, must stand up to protect his sister.
Katakuri a step forward, his towering figure creating an immense sense of oppression that caused the surrounding tourists to scream.
Suddenly, Katakuri's world-class, super-strong Observation Haki went off with alarms.
He pierced through the fog and glimpsed a brief future.
However, this future was too vague; Katakuri could only see a person covered in blood, but he couldn't make out his appearance or physique.
"Stop it, all of you!"
Right there, Crocodile also took a step forward.
However, it wasn't Crocodile who spoke, but rather the Chaka beneath him.
Crocodile, sitting on the dog's back, looked displeased. He exhaled a puff of smoke and his dead fish eyes warily sized up Katakuri before glancing around at the expectant and cheering citizens.
'It must just be my imagination...'
Crocodile sighed, tightened the dog leash, and said with his head held high, "Who are you? Do you know that I am responsible for the security of this country? Please submit to an investigation by our Royal Guard..."