Spider-Man Cafe is a shop located in the desert, surrounded by sand dunes.
"Please give me an Octopus Sundae ~"
Inside the shop, von Klay, who had just finished dancing ballet, shyly told Bora, a pretty woman with glasses, what she needed.
"Octopus Sundae?"
Bora had never heard of such a thing before.
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Octopus Sundae is octopus sundae! That's common knowledge!"
Von Clay slammed his fist on the table, his eyes, as always, one big and one small.
The bizarre makeup, ballet dancer costume, strong male physique, and effeminate movements made the other two obese agents in the coffee shop look disgusted.
"I'm so bored! I'm so bored I feel like dancing!"
8 o'clock is the time for the Senior Agent of Baroque Works to gather, and although it's only a few minutes away, von Clay finds it incredibly difficult to wait.
"Bang!"
At that moment, the coffee shop door was suddenly kicked open, and everyone looked closely to see several people lying on the ground. They were none other than von Clay's men.
"What on earth is going on?!"
Von Clay's eyes widened.
He had just led these young men in ballet practice, and in the blink of an eye, they were all lying on the ground with bloodied heads.
"So it's someone you know~ Because they've been behaving strangely in the desert... Don't worry, they shouldn't die."
"Although you seem to have a good relationship, a boring friendship will only backfire."
A man with an exceptionally strong physique and sharply defined muscles walked in from outside the door.
"Mr. 1!"
"They are my men!"
Von Clay ignored his excuses and disregarded the advice of the other agents around him, raising his ballet steps as he charged toward Mr. 1.
Suddenly, another wall of the coffee shop was also destroyed, and the dust that rose up obscured their view.
"It's really lively here!"
The group exchanged bewildered glances, none of them having heard the voice before. Only von Clay's raised foot began to tremble.
When the dust settled, the people in the coffee shop could finally see that cold face by the moonlight.
"Ulquiorra Cifer, one of the Shichibukai!"
As a professional bounty hunter, Mr.1 recognized the newcomer at a glance, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
He knew all too well just how valuable that man's terrifying bounty was before he became Shichibukai!
"First, give me your best drink;"
Ignoring everyone else, Cifer walked to the bar and sat down, beginning his request. Bora didn't dare refuse and quickly returned to the counter to start mixing.
"Secondly, I don't like this kind of afro."
"What?!"
Miss. Merry Christmas. She had a bad feeling when she saw Cifer's seemingly emotionless gaze.
"I can cut it off! I can cut it off! I can cut it off! I can cut it off..."
She kept repeating this sentence, as if afraid that the person in front of her wouldn't hear her.
"If it can be cut, then it can be cut. Why all the fuss?"
As soon as Cifer finished speaking, a burst of emerald green light shot out, and the obese woman who had been standing there like a broken record was crushed into ashes by the Cero.
On the ground, only a heat trail that seemed to stretch endlessly was left.
Mr. 1 and von Klay were both swallowing hard, barely daring to breathe; the latter, who had raised his foot, still dared not put it down.
After all, he hasn't done anything since he returned to Alabasta!
Bora's hands trembled, and she could barely hold the drink. She nervously touched her headscarf, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure it wouldn't come undone.
"Guest, here's your Orange Black Tea!"
With trembling hands, Bora placed the drink in front of Cifer, watching him nervously.
"This should be a coffee shop, right?"
Cifer didn't pick it up; he just looked at Bora.
"Guest! This is indeed a coffee shop, but this is truly our most signature and popular drink!"
Bora spoke quickly but clearly, afraid that if she slowed down even a little, she would end up like Miss. Merry Christmas!
Simply because I didn't like her hairstyle and her nagging!
Miss Merry Christmas, who was also Senior Agent, was ruthlessly murdered. It seemed like a casual blow, but she didn't even have a chance to fight back!
This is the man standing at the very top of this ocean!
As Cifer frowned and drank the red tea, Bora felt that her life might be coming to an end, and there seemed to be a trace of something in her pants.
"It tastes great!"
The sudden change in Cifer startled the three of them. Bora's tense nerves relaxed at this moment, and she couldn't help but collapse to the ground.
"Don't be too nervous. I'm not a bloodthirsty devil. Please sit down!"
Cifer waved his hand, indicating that all four of them should sit down.
At this point, von Klay was finally able to carefully lower his leg, which had been raised.
"Yes... yes... yes..."
Mr. 4 stammered as he spoke. Miss. Merry Christmas was his partner, and her death had already made him weak in the knees. He quickly plopped down in the seat next to her.
"Huh? You really sat down!"
Before anyone could react, another Cero, and Mr. 4 vanished from the world.
"Deng~Deng~"
It's already 8 o'clock.
"Miss Bora, this is your letter!"
Just then, a man with the Baroque Works logo tattooed on his arm walked into the dilapidated Spider-Man Cafe, carrying an envelope.
All three stared at the envelope in his hand, but none of them dared to reach out and take it.
"Why not answer it? Don't worry, I don't have a habit of reading other people's letters. Of course, if you want to give it to me, there's nothing I can do."
Cifer spread his hands, as if he were a kind person.
"Yes!"
Bora quickly took the letter from the man's hand and then respectfully handed it to Cifer.
"Miss Bora, that's..."
Before the man could finish speaking, Mr. 1's hand had already pierced his chest.
He wouldn't allow anyone to annoy that man at this moment!
"Daz Bones, you really are a rude man!"
Cifer said it casually and didn't take it seriously.
Mr. 1 was sweating profusely. The fact that the other party knew his name and appearance meant that he was a dead man!
"Your boss is calling you. Let's go, I also need to talk to him!"
Cifer stood up and returned the letter to Bora.
Outside the now-defunct gate, a large tortoise carrying a small box on its back awaits.
"Yes!"
They didn't hesitate. Taking the man there might result in extremely severe punishment, but their priority was to survive.
"Oh right~ I didn't bring any money with me today, so you three can pay for that cup of black tea with your lives!"
Cifer said this casually, then sat on the tortoise and waved.
The three of them had no choice but to sit down together, but they were all crammed together and didn't dare to sit on Cifer's side.
"Is Ulquiorra still in the king's palace?"
Crocodile's face was filled with gloom.
"Yes, that's what the report says. They saw his accomplices inside, and he himself seems to have made an appearance as well."
Robin, who was standing to the side, looked at the envelope in his hand and replied.
"Since things have come to this, let's kill him too! I'll do it myself!"