Forced To Be A General, I Just Wanted To Retire

Chapter 813

It’s Just a Chain

“You are talking nonsense!”

Listening to David, Cobra could not help it.

“The Shichibukai are harmful to begin with. It has been so long since they were established, and their benefits are obviously greater than their disadvantages. With the funds to maintain this organization, it is better to use it to expand the power of the Marine!”

“If it was really harmful, the World Government would not have proposed to let us pass in the first place,” David said lightly.

Back then, the establishment of Shichibukai was proposed by the World Government and then voted on by kings like them.

“I agree with King David.” At this time, Aquitaine, who was sitting quietly at the side, said: “Although I am new here, I have a say in this meeting. I think King David is right.”

“I also agree,” Old K from Twin Horse Kingdom said.

By the way, his name is Alexander Francis.

“Agreed!” The kings of the North Blue Four Kingdoms said in unison like conjoined twins.

Finally, Lowe tapped his finger on the table. He leaned back in his chair arrogantly and said, “I agree.”

“Lowe… if you agree, I will disagree!”

The king of Kano Country glanced at him and sneered, “My Happo Navy was destroyed in Dressrosa. It must have something to do with the former Shichibukai Doflamingo. Shichibukai is a pest, there is no mistake.”

“Oh? What is your navy doing in the New World instead of staying in your Kano Country?” Lowe smiled at him.

The king of Kano Country held his breath. “You don’t have to worry about this!”

Lowe shrugged. “I think King David is right. The system of Shichibukai is right. There is a problem with the candidates. If Marine were to choose, maybe your so-called ‘Eight Treasures Navy’ will not be destroyed… At least not in the New World. I would have killed them long ago.”

“Do you want to continue the war?! Lowe!” The King of Kano Country said angrily.

“Sure, I’ll accompany you.” Lowe sneered.

In the past, the Country of Insects was not afraid of the Country of Flowers, and now Lowe is even less afraid. He has just joined the ‘Debang’. Even if the support of North Blue and New World is not very timely, West Blue itself still has the Twin Horse Kingdom, which is equivalent to two countries dealing with one, he is even less afraid.

“Okay, this is the World Conference!”

The king of a country acting as the speaker advised: “The meeting is for us to resolve contradictions and formulate policies. Don’t sow discord between your countries here. We are all members of the World Government and should contribute to peace. How about this, whether to abolish Shichibukai or to delegate Shichibukai’s power and trust Marine. Let’s start voting.”

… .

Zatannossen.

“Vice Admiral Smoker, please tilt your side a little. Yes, that’s it. Your expression is a little more fierce. Very good, the smoke covers half of your face. Coupled with my shooting angle and your expression, no one will recognize you.”

On a beach, Smoker listened to the photographer’s words, the corners of his mouth twitched and he posed with an unusually awkward expression on his face.

Marine, who was proficient in photography from the nearby Marine Branch, was taking photos of them.

Of course, such a photo cannot be taken by a newspaper reporter. It is easy to be exposed. They solve it internally and then hand it over internally. It is the best choice.

“Smoker, your expression is so awkward. Can’t you take a good picture?” Kuro bit his cigar and said.

“Stop it!”

Smoker’s forehead burst with blue veins and he turned around and shouted, “I can’t make this kind of expression!”

At this moment, he was wearing a black pirate bandana on his head with a skull painted on it, covering his hair. Without his hair, his scarred face looked even more fierce.

“You’re the one who should stop. Your face doesn’t look like a good person at all, especially after you have more scars, you don’t even need to put on makeup.”

Kuro exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said to the cameraman, “Just take an unclear photo of him.”

Crack!

As soon as Kuro finished speaking, the photographer took the photo and nodded. “Okay, Vice-Admiral.”

“Hey, how troublesome.” Smoker stood up straight and said to Kuro: “You come next, let’s see how you look.”

“Can I still look like you?”

Kuro stretched out his hand and smoothed out the hair that had been separated in the middle because of the bath. This time, he used his ability to directly fix it. His hair leaned back and only a strand remained on his forehead, showing his dominance and arrogance again.

It was like a certain big boss who clamored to ascend to the ‘Sky Throne’ every day. It was more like a certain complete leader.

“Come, shoot!”

Kuro casually posed and said to the cameraman.

“Oh!! Perfect!”

Even though he was an amateur, Marine, who was a part-time photographer, was shocked by Kuro’s casual stroke of hair and praised:

“Vice-Admiral, there are too many materials that can be filmed by you. No matter what it is, it seems very suitable!”

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

As he spoke, he pressed the shutter a few times and took several photos around Kuro. He said excitedly:

“He is simply a natural criminal. Great, Vice-Admiral!”

Are you f*cking polite!

Kuro’s forehead popped out with blue veins, “I am Marine! Watch out! What criminal!”

“Yes! Vice-Admiral! Do you want to pose a few more times? I think there are too many materials, they are all good.”

With that, he quickly showed the finished film to Kuro.

The angles of the photos were very good, or rather, they were very good.

Because Kuro was not bad-looking. Compared to Smoker’s slightly fierce expression, he was a handsome man in the Marine.

“Why!” Smoker was a little unhappy. “Why does he have to pose for so long?”

“The difference in looks can’t be made up, Smoker.” Kuro smiled.

The old man is… wretched.

Kuzan, although gone, used to be a lazy matao with a dispirited face.

Zakarski …

He was like a Yakuza big shot.

Then, he added, “Let’s not mention him.”

Sengoku-san’s hairstyle is not good.

Garp… hothead, old age, old iron.

It was not pretty.

He, Kuro, can call himself the most handsome man in the Marine Corps. That is absolute confidence.

“You want a better one, right? Yes, there is.”

Kuro thought for a moment and reached out his hand while flying in the air.

In the sky, a huge shadow appeared.

Countless swords and blades landed around him, densely packed, their edges facing forward, shining coldly in the sun.

Kuro, on the other hand, stopped at a random pillar. He crossed his arms and looked down with arrogance. “Miscellaneous cultivator!”

Sigh, he is just a skewer ~