"The evidence is just a coward's protest in front of Crocodile. Instead of searching for evidence, we might as well directly burn all kinds of evidence and spread it in the form of rumors, just like what he once did to His Majesty Cobra." Smoker moved his palm and slowly crushed the stone in his hand into powder floating in the air. He hit the nail on the head and said, "The large-scale rainfall after a long drought has rejuvenated Alabasta and completely nailed Cobra to the coffin of shame!"
"So, if the rainstorm suddenly dries up, and everything falls back to the past, with continuous drought and the scorching sun hovering over the head again, will the people realize that they have been deceived?" Smoker analyzed in a cold voice, "They will, because what the people need is not the truth. They are like a pile of dry firewood that only needs a little spark to ignite. Their emotions are being manipulated, and what they need is a channel to vent!"
"Once, they pointed their spear at His Majesty Cobra, and now, who will they point their spear at?" Smoker breathed in the smell of dancing powder that seemed to have spread in the air, "Whoever lives on the high 'throne' will become the vent! '"
"Yes, this has nothing to do with the truth. This is the nature of the people. How much they expect of you will inevitably be more harsh and angry!" Vivian added with a cold face. Cobra's death made him despair of the ignorance of the people of Alabasta.
"But, in this way, the people will suffer again, and many people will die in the drought!" Bell's eyes were hesitant, and his lips were stammering.
"This is the suffering they should bear as a form of penance to His Majesty Cobra!" Vivian said coldly, "The illusion of peace is woven on the conspiracy and lies. The bloody ugliness must be uncovered so that the dead will not be wronged. Crocodile must pay the price!"
"Don't hesitate. Do you want His Majesty Cobra to be nailed to the pillar of shame forever, and let Crocodile accept the call and praise of the people?" Smoker's eyes showed a murderous look, and he said, "Justice is to let the dead rest in peace. For this, even if more living people's blood is poured, this is the right way to do it!"
Bell looked at Smoker and Vivian's cold and hateful eyes. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I can't let His Majesty Cobra's coffin soak in the sewage. The wronged soul can't find peace."
"Very well!" Smoker stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist. It was a reforged broken sword. He exhaled a turbid breath from his chest. "Crocodile is familiar with this trick, so he must also understand that any verbal explanation is pale and powerless in the face of the 'truth'!"
Smoker unsheathed his sword, and the cold and sharp blade flashed. Tashigi's tragic face appeared in his mind again, and he said word by word, "As long as he appears in front of me, I will kill him with my own hands!"
He turned his head to Bell and said, "I will send a warship to the East China Sea. I want you to follow on the ship and continuously transport the raw materials of the dancing powder to Alabasta."
At the other end of the monitoring screen, Yarlin looked at the projection screen faintly. The corners of his mouth curved, revealing his white and neat teeth, and he praised, "Very well, Smoker, you have made great progress. Since you are so eager to kill Crocodile, then I will generously give you the priority of revenge. Moreover, I will arrange a fair duel for the two of you that will not be disturbed by others!"
"A fair duel?" Daz Bonis rubbed his bald head as he approached from behind. His current situation was very awkward. He was like an abandoned child who had been abandoned by Baroque's workshop. He hadn't completely surrendered to Arlen, so he could wander around the pyramid as he pleased. Of course, he would usually stand quietly in front of the surveillance screen and watch.
Obviously, Yarlin's design worked. Smoker, who was blinded by anger, was like a mad dog biting the crocodile's tail. He would not let go until he was dead.
"A one-on-one duel of life and death!" Yarlin glanced at Daz Bonis and explained, "The chips on the scale have to be symmetrical, so that the fight in the arena will be good. I have to ask Smoker to take care of another bastard who likes to wear pink feathers to make sure that he doesn't come to disturb the game!"
"If that's the case, Smoker has to thank you." Daz Bonis sneered.
"What else? I have done so much silently behind the scenes. Am I not worthy of their gratitude? " Yarlin turned his head and looked at Sen Dou who came in with a Den Den Mushi, and said to Daz Bonis.
Daz Bonis now had a deeper understanding of Arlen's shamelessness and treachery. In short, he was just like Sand Crocodile. They both liked to hide behind the scenes and wait for an opportunity to strike. Once they were exposed, it would be a fatal moment where they would reveal their malevolent killing intent.
This was more insidious than the Sand Crocodile, and its fangs were full of deadly venom!
Daz Bonis glanced at the terrifying underground lair and then focused on the Den Den Mushi in Sen Dou's hand. His eyelids twitched and he added in his heart, "And it's even more strange and unfathomable!"
Gulu gulu …
"Look!" Yarlin took the Den Den Mushi with a meaningful smile on his face and said, "Your original owner has smelled the danger and finally can't hold back!"
Yarlin answered the phone and listened to the silence on the other side. Only the sound of deep breathing could be heard. He seemed to outline in his mind a crocodile panting with its sharp mouth open on the Den Den Mushi.
He grinned and showed a bright smile, not like facing a life and death enemy, as if facing an old friend who hadn't contacted for a long time. He said in a warm tone, "Oh, is this the respected Seven Warlords of the Sea, the patron of Alabasta, Mr. Crocodile? This phone hasn't rung for a long time since I died … Hehe ~ "
On the other side, Crocodile, who was holding the Den Den Mushi, listened to the familiar voice and tone from the phone, and in his mind, he also outlined a hissing poisonous python. He licked his lips and squeezed out a cold smile on his face. He greeted like an old friend, "When Von Kray and Doflamingo told me that you were not dead, I didn't believe it, but now, hearing your voice, I can finally confirm that you are indeed alive again!"
"I'm glad you are still alive, Colonel Yarlin!" Crocodile greeted sincerely from the heart.
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