Senior Agents of Baroque Works

The woman was tall and slender, like a model, making people's eyes light up at first sight. She had short golden hair, smooth as silk, swaying gently in the breeze. A yellow hat rested atop her head, adding a touch of playful sweetness. Lemon-slice-shaped earrings hung from her ears, glimmering faintly and perfectly complementing her outfit.

She wore a short yellow dress patterned with lemon slices, its length just right to reveal her long, slender legs. Paired with white high heels, she looked even taller and more elegant. She wore white gloves as well, their soft-looking texture matching her overall image.

She held a yellow-and-blue striped umbrella in her hand. Not only did it shield her from the sun, but it also added a unique charm to her appearance. Her face was lovely, her features exquisite, and her large eyes bright and spirited. Her long lashes fluttered lightly like butterfly wings. A captivating smile always rested on her lips, making others feel as though they were basking in a spring breeze.

Judging by her appearance, she was undoubtedly a sweet and adorable girl. However, once she started fighting, people's impression of her would make a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. Moke recognized the pair at a glance—they were the senior agents of Baroque Works, Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine.

Behind them followed Mr. 7, Miss Father's Day, Mr. 8, Miss Monday, and of course, Mr. 11. Moke's gaze was drawn straight to the sword in Mr. 11's hand as though pulled by a magnet. He secretly mused that, if nothing unexpected happened, that sword had to be the legendary Kashu.

As for these people, Moke did not take them seriously at all. He had absolute confidence in his own strength. In his eyes, they were nothing more than insignificant lackeys. Not even