That money was crucial to Crocodile's plan to seize the kingdom, and it was his best hope of finding a lead on Pluton. Hearing that every last coin had been stolen sent him into a towering rage.
The more meticulous a man was, the more he valued his plans. Someone was ruining Crocodile's. How could he not be furious?
Crocodile rose, grabbed his coat from the sofa, draped it over his shoulders, and hurried toward the vault.
Only he and Robin knew where the vault was. They both knew what the other was thinking, but at this stage, each was certain the other would not betray them.
When he reached the vault and saw the hole that looked as though something had gnawed through its door, his eyes narrowed.
"Oh? No wonder you dared steal my money. You've got some skill."
Anyone who knew what they were looking at would have realized that the entire vault door was made of Seastone. Its hardness was well known; steel of the same size was no match for it.
Yet some unknown creature had gnawed a hole taller than a person through that hard material! The Sand Crocodile racked his brain but could not imagine what possessed such terrifying jaws.
The vault had already been robbed, though. What mattered now was finding the thief. Once he did, the Sand Crocodile was confident he could make him explain how he had caused that damage.
He stepped through the doorway. The vault, once piled high with gold bars, coins, and jewelry, held not a single piece of treasure.
His face dark with fury, the Sand Crocodile walked to a tunnel taller than a person that had been dug through the wall. He reached down and picked up a gold coin left beside the Seastone.
Crack!