"The whereabouts of a pirate!"
Monchi D. Dragon opened his palm. Inside was a piece of transparent plastic film. Inside the plastic film were some black residues, like burnt ashes.
"He was last seen in Alabasta. If he is still alive, tell me where he is." Although the Vivre card had been burned to ashes, Monchi D. Dragon still had a trace of fantasy in his heart. He said hoarsely, "If he is really dead, I want to take his body away!"
"Who are you looking for?" Lippa's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Monchi D. Luffy, my son!" The hoarse voice was filled with uncontrollable killing intent. Lippa suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. His heart twitched fiercely.
"I have never heard of this name!" Lippa told the truth.
"The Revolutionary Army's intelligence department rarely makes mistakes. You may not have heard of this name, but I think you must be able to tell me something, right?" Monchi D. Dragon's voice was unquestionable.
Sabot squatted aside and looked at Dai's body. He could see the black silk mixed in the muscles and bones of the body. The whole structure of the body seemed to have been rewoven.
Li Pa avoided Monchi D. Dragon's gaze and unconsciously glanced at Dai Ou's observation from the corner of her eyes. She muttered madly in her heart, "If you really died in this desert, and it's as I guessed, I'm afraid you don't want to see the corpse. Either you've already been devoured to the point that not even a trace of you is left, or you've become a cold monster …"
But no matter what the situation was, it was obviously not suitable for father and son to recognize each other!
Her temples were soaked with cold sweat, and the clothes on her back were stuck to her skin. She swallowed hard and refused to admit it. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never seen the pirate you're talking about, and I don't know anything about him. You've got the wrong person."
When Monchi D. Dragon saw Li Pa's hesitant gaze, he immediately drew a line with his finger. A biting cold wind blade cut through Li Pa's arm. Blood splattered everywhere, and a severed arm fell to the ground. Li Pa howled in pain.
"If I can't find Luffy's body, I'll turn you into a mummy!"
Monchi D. Dragon clenched his fist, and a chilly wind drilled into the severed arm. A strange suction force sucked out all the moisture in the flesh, and the severed arm withered visibly. Monchi D. Dragon stared straight at Lippa, his voice incomparably cruel.
This was definitely not a threat!
Lippa's eyes were filled with terror, and his throat was smoking. He realized that if he didn't give out some valuable information, he might really die here. He didn't want to die yet. It wasn't easy for him to get everything he had today. How could he die here like this?
With a twisted expression, Lippa felt a sharp pain coming from his shoulder. Monchi D. Dragon's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his entire body. He trembled as he said, "In this desert …"
The sharp and ear-piercing whistling sound pierced through the surrounding wind wall, and the trembling and surging echo covered the sound of Li Pa's words. Slender umbrella swords inlaid with bat decorations abruptly swept through the space, leaving a thin and long trace of blood that shot out violently.
The other end of the umbrella sword pierced through the back of Lippa's head and came out through his open mouth. It pierced through Monchi D. Dragon's chest, and a nauseating stench of blood assailed his nostrils.
At the same time, a terrifying tail swung down, tearing through the air with high-temperature flames. It was like the tail of some kind of monster that wrapped around Sabot with lightning speed.
The terrifying sound of the collision shattered the air, and a few fierce attacks landed. In an instant, a few uninvited guests wearing black suits and animal masks surrounded the two of them.
Chi chi chi!
The umbrella sword stabbed rapidly, and the speed was so fast that it formed a curtain of rain like a violent storm, shrouding the raging wind. Monchi D. Dragon's expression was ugly as he swept his gaze over Lippa's corpse.
Lippa's mouth was still open in the shape of a 'V'. The back of his head and cheek had been cut open, and half of his head hung from his neck.
"Who is it?"
Monchi D. Dragon's cold gaze cut through the surroundings like a knife. The aura emitted by each person was not to be underestimated. A continuous sword image appeared in front of his eyes, and a blood-sucking bat was hissing. The crazy low cry was like a drill that ruthlessly pierced into Monchi D. Dragon's head.
His head swelled, and his temples bulged with pain. The tattoo on his face suddenly became bright red as if it was oozing blood. Monchi D. Dragon took a step back, and suddenly swung his right fist forward. Invisible cyclones rolled up the shattered debris on the ground, forming a raging dragon shadow that bit forward.
The sharp sound of metal colliding rang out. The umbrella sword suddenly opened into a circle to block the raging wind, and dazzling sparks shot out as it spun. With a muffled clang, the opened umbrella split open, and a thick fist reached out and brazenly smashed into the latter's chest, leaving a dent in his suit.
The umbrella shattered into pieces, and the figure flew out and smashed into the ground. Half of the mask on his face was also smashed, revealing two long red eyebrows.
A few of the ribs in his chest seemed to have been broken. Red Earl Balorick tore open his torn and wrinkled jacket, revealing his sunken chest. Traces of blood flowed out. He gnashed his teeth and said gloomily, "The taste of blood, how nostalgic!"
He had been imprisoned in Impel Down for decades, and as soon as he was released, he was beaten to the point of bleeding. This didn't sound good.
At the same time.
Sabot frantically dodged, and his steel-like palms flew up and down, shattering the surging flames. Then, in his vision, he saw the scattered flames condense into a spinning tail. The surrounding air was compressed, and suddenly, it wrapped around his body.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Sabot howled and tore apart the fiery tail. His whole body fell to the ground, and then he rolled away like a lazy donkey. The place where he fell was smashed by a fierce warhammer, and the ground cracked like tofu.
"Who are you people?"
As soon as his left foot touched the ground, another heavy chop came down. The continuous and terrifying palm chop enveloped Sabot in an endless stream. Even his space to dodge was sealed, so he could only take it head-on.
If it was one on one, it would be fine, but the problem was … Sabot's eyes swept around. There were as many as eight enemies in black suits!
Bang!
The ground trembled, and a terrifyingly thick arm like a pillar of a palace came out of the ground. The huge palm grabbed the figure above, and like a giant pinching an ant, it grabbed Sabot!
There was one more person underground, so … there were nine people!
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