Hatred of the Weak

The New World, on Bali Island.

At this moment, a building resembling a giant tent was standing near the coast, with a row of similar tent-shaped houses of various sizes piled up around it.

This was Bucky the Buggy's former stronghold, which Crocodile seized after he abandoned it and used as the Cross Guild's base.

Thousands of ferocious-looking pirates were singing and dancing among them, dreaming of a bright and unrestrained future.

Inside the giant tent, in one of the most authoritative offices, a meeting was taking place.

"To be honest, I never intended to contact you."

Crocodile, with his perpetually slicked-back hair, had his feet propped up on the table, a cigar dangling from his lips, puffing out smoke as he looked at the man beside him.

"Hahaha! They were all former Shichibukai, so sticking together for warmth is a good choice in a time like this."

"The position of the Western Emperor has become vacant. Don't you have any thoughts on this?"

Before him stood Ah Yin, a white-haired "Slaughter Hunter," who was laughing maniacally.

"Don't get too cocky, kid. You're not worthy to be my equal. Besides, a mere title is useless to me."

Crocodile glanced at him with a hint of disdain.

He originally intended to take advantage of the upheaval of the times to form the Cross Guild with Hawk Eyes, the world's number one Swordsman, so as to establish a firm foothold in the New World.

But to his surprise, the damned Black Winged Great Demon had already taken him into his fold, causing his plans to fall apart.

Then this kid somehow got wind of it and came to find me. Forced by circumstances, I ended up founding it with him.

Otherwise, a Shichibukai who has just been promoted by the times would not even be worth considering.

In any case, there's no way I can trust him; all I need is his former title as Shichibukai.

"Whatever you want~ Anyway, it's just mutual benefit, and it's good for everyone."

Seeing that Crocodile didn't want to pay attention to him, Gintoki didn't bother to make a fool of himself.

The New World order has supposedly changed, but in reality, it's dominated by one powerful force. All he wants is to use this power to ascend to the throne of the Western Emperor.

His ambitions don't stop there; he wants to be the World's Strongest!

"Mr. Crocodile! Mr. Gin! Something terrible has happened!"

Just as the office fell silent, a subordinate rushed in without even knocking.

"What is it?"

Ah Yin's gaze was fixed on him, her eyes carrying a hint of ferocity.

"Um... there's a ship coming this way, and it's flying the flag of Las Noches!"

The subordinate didn't think much of it and simply told the truth about what he saw.

"So it did attract attention after all..."

Crocodile was not surprised.

He had sensed something was amiss from the fact that the man had made arrangements for Hawk Eyes's side in advance.

The New World ... no! The very structure of this world may be facing unprecedented challenges.

Therefore, unnecessary factors that are out of control but can be eliminated will be removed in advance.

Fishing in troubled waters is not as easy as it seems.

"You mean, Las Noches?"

"Yes..."

In the midst of Ah Yin's question-and-answer session with her subordinate, the former had already swung her knife, and the latter was decapitated before he could even react.

"Finally... The Black Winged Great Demon wouldn't act personally, so it must be his subordinates or officers! Let's use them as an appetizer! Hahahaha~"

A-Yin's face once again showed a look of madness, and her pupils were filled with scarlet.

He had waited far too long for this day.

He still remembers that day three years ago.

For the first time, he yearned for power, even kneeling down to beg the man to let him become his companion, but the Black Winged Great Demon's contemptuous gaze pierced his heart.

There's nothing wrong with pursuing strength!

For three years, he has been constantly getting stronger, waiting for the day when he can trample that man under his feet and look at the weak with the same eyes!

"Hey, really?"

Crocodile was somewhat bewildered. He didn't care about the death of his subordinate, but he was surprised by the other party's crazy attitude.

His business was just getting started, and he didn't want to confront the most troublesome forces head-on so soon.

"If you're scared, you can hide or run away. I'll cut off those guys' heads and then come back to show you whether it's real or fake!"

Ah Yin slung the knife over her shoulder, made a few sarcastic remarks, and then burst through the wall, rushing quickly toward the shore.

"A brat who is brave but lacks strategy and doesn't understand his own strength will only die quickly."

Crocodile was unaffected by his provocation. He chuckled and stood up to leave.

At the very least, we can't go toe-to-toe with Las Noches right now. That idiot should have cut ties with us from the very beginning.

"Wait, we can't let you leave like this, former boss!"

A figure walked inside the broken wall.

He pushed up his glasses, making his fiery "3" hairstyle on his head particularly eye-catching.

"Isn't this Mr. 3? You piece of trash, you're still alive? Hehehe~"

Crocodile laughed disdainfully upon seeing the newcomer.

In his eyes, this former subordinate was nothing more than a failure who was good at nothing but causing trouble.

"Thanks to you, after Impel Down, I am now a member of Las Noches. I have come here to eliminate the nightmare!"

Mr. 3's attire was completely different from before; he was now dressed in aristocratic clothing, and his demeanor had become much more elegant.

He was no longer afraid of the other party as before; his eyes were filled with an unprecedented determination.

"So what? You think you can kill me? Although I don't want to offend that guy rashly, if you're eager to come up and die, I won't show any mercy."

A small sandstorm was already forming in Crocodile's palm.

"Don't underestimate me, Crocodile!"

Without further ado, Mr. 3 waved his hands, and a giant candle armor instantly appeared on his body, with two flames igniting in the indentations on his shoulders.

"That's a real shame."

A sandstorm swept in, colliding with the armor...

On the other side.

"Hahahaha! They've finally arrived... Let me see which unlucky bastard from Las Noches is it!"

Ah Yin laughed loudly, her legs seemingly leaving afterimages as she rushed towards the large ship on the shore, her hands constantly waving her long sword.

"Mr. Agin, no!"

Along the way, the screams of pirates could be heard everywhere.

Those who blocked his path were hacked at by the swift blade, their blood gushing out and staining his white hair red, making him look like a demon returned from hell.

"Here I am!"

Ah Yin leaped up and jumped onto the ship.

"What do you want to do, you fool?"

Just then, a lazy and arrogant voice rang out beside me.