"Welcome to Rainland, a city brimming with gambling and where everyone dreams of getting rich overnight! And here lies Rainland's largest casino— Rain Dinners!"
Standing on the stairs to the underground secret room, Robin welcomed the people present.
"Let's skip the opening remarks and pleasantries and get to the meeting. Miss. All Sunday!"
Daz, with his arms crossed, didn't like hearing such polite words and had a cold expression.
"But it seems like two people are missing? I should have notified all Senior Agent to be present!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people present all changed, and they appeared unusually tense, as if they had mentioned something that terrified them.
"It's okay if you don't say anything, the BOSS will settle accounts with them later."
"Next, I'll introduce you to the president of Baroque Works, Mr. 0!"
At the end of the long table, the chair that had been facing away from everyone finally turned to face them.
"Hehehe~ The time has come!"
Crocodile let out a demonic laugh.
"Why... why is it Shichibukai?!"
Bora looked terrified, her forehead dripping with cold sweat, but she dared not remove the nearly soaked headscarf.
"Do you have any objections?!"
Crocodile's smile vanished, and his fierce gaze swept over the three of them. They all quickly lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
"All the tasks I've been giving you all this time have been for the purpose of what we're going to talk about at today's meeting."
Crocodile told the group about the Operation Utopia, but all three were clearly preoccupied, especially von Clay.
His face turned ashen after he saw the task card in his hand.
He believed that if he followed the instructions written on the paper, Alabasta would be plunged into an unprecedented crisis.
At the same time, his life will face an unprecedented crisis!
The fates of Mr. 4 and Miss. Merry Christmas are still fresh in our minds. If anyone dared to disobey that man, the result would be a gruesome death!
"Boss! I think Operation Utopia needs to be postponed for now!"
A man with bandages wrapped around his face and a "3" on his head slowly walked down the stairs.
Originally preoccupied with his inability to catch Mr. 3, Bon Clay was currently preoccupied with his mission and had no time to deal with him.
"Mr. 3!"
Crocodile's pupils dilated; he hadn't expected this loser to dare to come back.
After Mr. 3's explanation, he successfully delivered his neck into Crocodile's hands.
"You mean... you didn't even manage to take down a single member of that small pirate crew, right, Mr. 3!"
How dare you come back?!
Crocodile tightened his grip, and Mr. 3 could no longer breathe, his mouth agape, unable to speak.
Gradually, his body began to wither, his already thin body resembling Kogarashi old tree branch, as if it would break at the slightest force.
"Drained?!"
At this moment, Daz and the other two were all pale-faced. Having encountered two bloodthirsty Shichibukai in succession, they were under tremendous pressure.
"Water! Give me water!"
Mr. 3 was thrown on the ground, still struggling like a dried-up corpse.
"Go ahead, you can drink your fill!"
Suddenly, a hole appeared in the floor, and Mr. 3 fell through. Then, through the surrounding glass, it could be seen that the Banana Croc in the lake seemed to be surging downwards.
"Someone as useless as Mr. 3 is not even as good as Mr. 4. I only put his number first because I liked him because he is a ruthless and cunning person who will do anything."
"I can't believe you can't even handle something this simple!"
Crocodile seemed to vent some of his anger by taking out a cigar, putting it in his mouth, and sitting back down in his seat.
"So, can you tell me where Mr. 4 and his partner went?"
Crocodile's gaze swept over the three. The chicken was already killed; now it was just a matter of whether the monkey would obey.
"Bang!"
Everyone was already drenched in sweat, and as they were contemplating whether or not to reveal what had happened to that guy, a violent tremor and an explosion were heard.
Then, a figure was thrown onto the table they were sitting around, and slid all the way to Crocodile's front.
"Boss..."
Crocodile recognized the face of the dying man on the table; he was the usual manager of this casino, Rain Dinners!
"As an enterprise under the Shichibukai, you actually want to renege on your debts after losing money? You really are a disgrace to the Shichibukai, Crocodile!"
Cifer, dressed in white with Banlong wrapped around his waist, slowly descended the stairs. Although his face was expressionless, Crocodile could see contempt in it.
"Wow, a really important person has arrived!"
"I've long admired your name, Ulquiorra Cifer, one of the Shichibukai!"
Robin initially thought she should avoid such a dangerous person, but she ended up running into him anyway, and it was a head-on collision.
"Same to you, Nico Robin!"
Cifer's gaze did not linger on her for long, but instead turned to Crocodile, who was sitting in the back with a face so dark it could drip water.
"Tell your boss how much money you owe me."
"Boss... he must be cheating!"
The person in charge dared not say that so much money was enough for him to die many times over!
"Explain!"
Crocodile didn't care about all that; he'd heard that this man seemed to be short of money for some reason.
At this critical juncture, if money can settle things with him, then giving him any amount of it would be worthwhile!
"550 million Belly ..."
The person in charge answered cautiously.
"What did you say?!"
The hook pierced his body, and blood instantly stained the table. When it was pulled out, the man had already completely lost his breath.
"Your Baroque Works style is really like that—killing useless subordinates at the drop of a hat, so impatient!"
Cifer completely ignored his murderous glare, walked down the stairs step by step, and finally sat on the handrail.
"500 million Belly, is that it? I'll have someone give it to you. Now get out of this country!"
His temper flared up again.
First, the Straw Hat Pirates took Princess Vivi back to their homeland, then Mr. 4 lost contact with his partner, and now they're going to be ripped off by this bastard with the tear stain.
My luck has been incredibly bad these past few days!
"Look, you're in a hurry again."
"If I were to personally go to collect the debt, I would have to charge interest!"
Cifer's words became increasingly outrageous.
"But I'll give you a discount, considering I killed two of your Senior Agent and destroyed a few ships."
"You bastard!"
Looking at Daz and the others' reactions, Crocodile immediately realized that they were the ones who had lured this bastard here!
"So the disappearance of Mr. 4 and those hundreds of lower-level members was all because of you!"
This is like being completely trampled on!
Dust began to rise from Crocodile's body, and when everyone looked into his eyes, they found that they were bloodshot.
In the blink of an eye, the hook had already struck Cifer, but he casually stepped on it, without even taking his hands out of his pockets.
"Should we make a move? After laying the groundwork for the Operation Utopia for so many years, are we really going to give up now?"
Cifer's direct exposure actually brought Crocodile to his senses. If they were to fight now, and he lost, he would have nothing left.
"How much else do you know?"
Crocodile stopped attacking; he began to hesitate.
"I know everything, but don't worry, I'm easy to talk to. As long as you pay enough, I can stay out of it."
Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Cifer naturally set off.
How much do you want?
"1 billion Belly!"
"Make a deal!"
Crocodile had only one thing on his mind right now: to get Pluton and then kill that bastard!