"Eh?" A doubtful voice rang out, followed by a distinctive, booming laugh. That laughter seemed to carry some kind of magic, stirring curiosity and confusion in everyone who heard it.
That was right. Anyone capable of making such a trademark laugh was no ordinary person. And if someone was a One Piece fan, hearing that laugh alone would immediately tell them exactly who had arrived!
Moke was no exception. He turned at the sound, and his gaze indeed landed on the figure striding toward him. The man was tall and arrogantly imposing, his long golden hair flowing in the wind. A huge pair of sunglasses covered most of his face.
His outfit was even more distinctive: a dazzling pink feather coat over his upper body, cropped trousers below, and a pair of delicate pointed shoes.
The corner of Moke's mouth rose into a meaningful smile. He had recognized the newcomer as the infamous vice president of Baroque Works—Mr. 0, Crocodile, a name that struck fear into all who heard it. At that moment, Crocodile stood in a secluded corner, radiating a powerful presence.
"Yo, isn't this Mr. Crocodile? What brings you here?" Moke greeted him with a teasing smile. Yet faced with Crocodile's cold expression and deep gaze, Moke could not help feeling a little uneasy.
Crocodile walked toward Moke with his hands in his pockets, each step steady and deliberate. Every footfall seemed to land on people's hearts, making the air around them grow heavy. At last, he stopped before Moke, the corner of his mouth lifting as he let out a low laugh. "Hahaha, I heard something interesting was happening here, so I came to take a look."
His voice was like that of a demon from hell—deep and magnetic, yet carrying an irresistible authority. Hearing it alone