"You? Is he famous?"
Crocodile tilted his head. "How come I've never heard of him?"
"Heh. Unless you know the Antonio Family very well, you wouldn't know that name. Cough, cough!"
"Stop talking, Sabo! You're hurt too badly!"
"I'm fine!"
Sabo waved away their concern and rose with someone's help. Limping, he headed toward a gap in the sandstorm.
"No one knows his real name, and no one knows how strong he is. So be careful, Supreme Commander!"
"Oh? Interesting."
Crocodile took the Cigar from his mouth and ground it out in his palm.
"The Antonio Family's chief steward? Three generations... How old are you this year?"
"Hm?"
You had not expected that question. After a moment's surprise, he smiled. "Including Lord Xin Luo, who has just been confirmed as the successor, it's four generations, to be precise. Let me see... I'm nearly two hundred now. But compared to you Undead, that probably isn't much."
"Why isn't a two-hundred-year-old relic enjoying his retirement instead of wading into this mess?" Crocodile shook his head, ignoring the jab. "Wouldn't it be better to die of old age in bed? Someone might even shed a tear for you. Why choose to die alone in this frozen wasteland and become an ice sculpture?"
"Well, who knows? Maybe I won't die. If I kill you while I'm at it, I'll come out ahead."
"Heh. I'm already dead. Your argument doesn't hold up."
Clang!
Before the words had left his mouth, Crocodile whipped his Scorpion Poison Hook around and blocked a massive spike emerging from the shadows. The impact shook off the hook's gold coating, exposing the gray-white Seastone beneath.
Unfazed by the failed ambush, You applauded. "As expected. Inside this sand-shrouded area, neither stealth nor surprise attacks work against you. One of the Undead Legion's