Things had come to this, and Crocodile had no better option. He could only deal with the Great Angel first.
-Mr. 2 couldn't be touched for now.
The Clone-Clone Fruit user was still too important to his plan to sacrifice lightly.
"Send Mr. 5 to assassinate the Great Angel."
At her boss's words, Robin actually sat up straight and stared at Crocodile with an expression that said, "Huh?"
If Mr. 5 himself had been there, he probably would have worn a similar, catfish-like expression.
"I'm not asking him to assassinate him directly. Given that hobby of the Great Angel's, have Miss Valentine bring a Seastone Dagger."
"I see."
Robin immediately approved of the plan.
Apparently, a certain someone's reputation was gradually becoming common knowledge across the seas.
"If that still fails, have the Mr. 4 pair destroy the refugee camp. The Mr. 1 pair will lead the remaining members to intercept the Great Angel."
Crocodile's thinking was that if things really reached that point, he would drop the pretense altogether. He would abandon his attempt to usurp the country and simply capture King Cobra.
After all, Pluton was what mattered most.
"Boss, are you planning to avoid a direct confrontation for now?"
After years of moving between different factions, Robin had considerable experience judging whether a "company" was about to go under.
"Hmph. In the desert, I won't lose. Miss All Sunday, you'd better not get any ideas."
That was a perfectly normal thing for Crocodile to say. He really was arrogant, and had even attacked Whitebeard on his own initiative during the Paramount War.
Sephiroth might have fought Kaido twice, but Crocodile felt that anywhere else was one thing. In a desert country? I'm supposed to back down from him?!
He had indeed prepared to withdraw immediately if things