"Candle Champions League!"
Mr. 3's hair bun burst into flames, and the burning number "3" was extremely eye-catching in the night. His skin glowed with a faint white light, and the sticky liquid squirmed all over his body, making him look like a huge warrior's armor.
He glanced at the solidified black wax on his shoulder, and his face twitched slightly. He shook his hands, and a candle-solidified broadsword appeared in his hands, and he swung it down in front of him.
An explosion erupted under Mr. 5's feet, and two craters appeared on the ground. He bounced up like a spring, and his chest bulged. He opened his mouth, and the smell of gunpowder rushed toward Yarlin.
"Futile struggle!"
Yarlin stared indifferently at the scene in front of him. The shadows around him twisted, and he instantly tore through the air with an explosion. The ripples of fire seemed to have formed a passage, and he appeared beside Mr. 5 like a ghost. His slender fingers covered in black stripes grabbed Mr. 5's head and smashed it hard on the ground.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the cracked ground was dyed red. Mr. 5's facial muscles were rubbing against the ground, and his cheeks were shaking violently. Two broken molars were squeezed out, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
"Don't move!"
Mr. 5's ears heard the cold, knife-like voice, and he felt the soreness in his neck. It was two fingers with wide joints that pierced into his muscles and grabbed his throat. Mr. 5 immediately lay on the ground like a dead dog, and he didn't dare to move.
The candle-like broadsword was as sharp as iron, and it cut through the air. Mr. 3 turned around and saw this horrifying scene. He swallowed hard and swung his broadsword diagonally at Yarlin, as if he didn't care about his companion's life at all.
Yarlin raised his eyebrows slightly, and his other hand closed like a tiger's mouth, and the broadsword that was like a steel plate was suddenly clamped and couldn't move an inch. Spiderweb-like cracks spread, and the broadsword shattered.
Then, Yarlin suddenly stuck close to the ground and pounced forward like a giant python with its head raised. The shadows on his fist wriggled and emitted a sticky black light.
Kacha …
The samurai armor shattered layer by layer, and a heavy thud came from Mr. 3's chest, followed by the crunching sound of bones breaking. Mr. 3 flew across the ground, leaving a deep trench behind him as if he was plowing the ground.
Yarlin stood up straight and pulled his other hand out of Mr. 5's neck. However, Mr. 5 was still lying on the ground, staring in horror at the dense black threads that came out of the wound. One end was wrapped around Yarlin's fingertip, and the other end seemed to be sewn into his throat, trembling slightly.
On the hillside, Lombardi was shocked as he stared at the two monster-like Devil Fruit users. They were like children in front of Yarlin, and they were knocked to the ground without any resistance.
"Kill them!"
Lombardi's eyes were bloodshot as he howled and rushed down. He held a dagger tightly in his hand and stabbed at Mr. 3, who was lying on the ground with his chest caved in.
Clang!
In the darkness, a tail was nailed to the dagger. Klaur came out of the darkness and blocked Lombardi. He said expressionlessly, "Colonel Yarlin hasn't given the order to execute them yet!"
"But they killed Ka Ba!" Lombardi stared at Klaur.
Klaur didn't care about Ka Ba's life or death. In his eyes, even if Longstone Trading Company was destroyed, it didn't matter. With the expansion of the Navy Club's influence and the expansion of the Four Seas Company's territory, the value of a trading company had become smaller and smaller. Now, with the fall of the mysterious buyer from Alabasta, it meant that the last trace of value of Longstone Trading Company seemed to have disappeared.
"You need to calm down first." Klaur adjusted the frame of his glasses expressionlessly, and the thin tail that extended from behind his tailbone swayed gently in the air.
Yarlin walked over with Mr. 5, who was wrapped in a black cocoon. After glancing at Lombardi, the latter suddenly shuddered. The anger and hot blood that rushed to his head quickly cooled down as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on it.
"Of course, I won't let them off easily after killing my people. I will apply to be transferred to Alabasta. If the headquarters agrees, then I will set off next month. At that time, I will take you with me to Alabasta." Yarlin covered Mr. 3 with his hand. The surging black net penetrated the skin and muscles of the other party and then wrapped around him in circles. With his back to Lombardi, he said, "Since Longstone Trading Company was destroyed in Alabasta, then we will reopen the trading company in Alabasta's territory."
Lombardi's breath quickened, and for the first time, his unruly heart felt grateful to Yarlin. A trace of loyalty began to grow in his heart.
Klaur put away his tail and stared at Yarlin's cold and solemn side profile. He complained in his heart, "If I didn't know the truth, even I would almost believe that you took the initiative to transfer to Alabasta. No wonder Lombardi has such a grateful expression. Heh … It's also a good use of trash."
"Take him back to the branch and interrogate him properly." Yarlin handed the wrapped black cocoon to Klaur, then turned around and patted Lombardi on the shoulder. He sighed and said, "Calm down and prepare for the departure. Also, gather all the information about Alabasta that you have collected in these transactions. It seems that the buyer behind this is not to be underestimated. If you want revenge, you have to plan step by step carefully."
"I know. As long as I can avenge Kabar, I, Lombardi, will give my life to you in the future. If you want me to go east, I will go east. If you want me to go west, I will go west. I will never have any thoughts that I shouldn't have." Lombardi gritted his teeth and swore.
Arlen had never believed in the promises and oaths of others, especially when it came to "bullshit" made in the heat of the moment. He had always relied on his wits to control his subordinates. Hearing this, he only smiled. "There's no need to bring more people. They're all burdens and won't have much combat power. I'll transfer a group of elites from the retired navy to rebuild the core of the trading company."
If it was in the past, Lombardi would have refused, but at this moment, he nodded and agreed without any hesitation.
The voyage back to the branch was calm and there were no more waves.
Four days later.
In the branch prison, two prisoners wrapped in black cocoons were locked up in two separate cells. Their heads and feet were hung upside down on the wall. Crowe sat on the bed with his legs crossed. He looked at Mr. Five and said coldly, "Actually, it's enough to leave one alive. You or the candlelit man in the next room, it depends on whether you cooperate or not. You better think carefully before you answer my question …"
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