He kicked at the sand by his feet, then suddenly remembered something and changed the subject. "Crocodile's Sand-Fat Domain really is something. These eyes are my trump card. If I hadn't used them, I might really have gone down today."
Hearing Mu Chen say that, Bullet knew he had no intention of telling him. Still, he also knew Mu Chen had a point. Everyone had their own secrets, after all.
He was simply curious about what Mu Chen's ability actually was.
Intangibility, teleportation, repulsion, and attraction-he had an awful lot of abilities.
Just then, Crocodile's ears twitched and his steps faltered, but he didn't turn around.
The sand gathered into a little ball in his palm, which he quietly crushed. "Finally said something sensible," he muttered.
The three walked back beneath the moonlight, their shadows stretching crookedly across the desert. Bullet talked animatedly about clashes of Haki in Roger's era, spittle flying everywhere. Crocodile occasionally interjected to argue, while Mu Chen threw in a sarcastic remark now and then, leaving the two tough men bristling and glaring.
As they neared the palace, Crocodile suddenly stopped. Pointing his metal hook toward the distant oasis, he said, "I've got whiskey stashed over there. You coming or not?"
Mu Chen's eyes lit up. "Of course! Why wouldn't I?"
He grabbed Bullet and ran toward the oasis. After a couple of steps, he turned back and shouted, "Crocodile, hurry up!"
"You're dawdling like an old woman!"
Watching that noisy figure run off, Crocodile's lips curved into a faint smile he didn't even notice, and he quickened his pace to follow.
Although he found Mu Chen's personality a little annoying, he liked him well enough overall.
The campfire crackled in the oasis, a camel roasting over it, while a bottle of whiskey passed between the