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So, in front of everyone, he created a bottle of elixir of immortality.
Black lightning crackled between his hands, and then a bottle of elixir of immortality materialized.
[Demon Points]: 100 → 0
I've used up my last 100 points, and now my wallet is completely empty.
Crocodile's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously thought of a certain rumor.
"This is the Elixir of Immortality, which I obtained from the legendary brewer."
Is the rumor true?
Crocodile looked completely incredulous.
Although the World Economic Journal had published information about the elixir of immortality, he never believed it.
However, what he saw before him made him begin to waver.
Legendary brewer, Dimon!
Wait, Dimon, Dio?
Could this kid be... Dimon's son?
With such similar names, even if they aren't sons, they could be related by blood or something similar.
If that's the case, the [New Era] organization is probably not simple!
Crocodile's eyes flickered, and he suddenly realized that his curiosity was justified and that following these kids was the right thing to do!
"Don't believe it?"
Dimon raised an eyebrow, and immediately had a good idea:
"One bottle of wine can be poured into four glasses, enough to make four people immortal. I can give you one glass of wine in advance... but only now, you have ten seconds to think it over."
Crocodile's first reaction was to be on guard, but then he realized...
No, it's not the alcohol that's the problem!
"I've heard that the physical age of those who drink the elixir of immortality is frozen at the moment they drink it."
Crocodile lowered his head.
You can't see your toes when you look down!
This guy wants her to be a woman forever!
Crocodile's expression was conflicted.
Immortality was within his grasp; if he simply nodded, he might be able to obtain it.
The price is the sacrifice of some of the body's organs.
That brat has such a terrible personality, giving him such a difficult choice.
Could it be that this kid wants to...?
A chill ran down her spine, and her gaze toward Dimon was filled with an indescribable, subtle emotion.
"Never mind, brother!"
"I will assemble an intelligence organization to find the Devil Fruit as soon as possible!"
Seeing that Saki refused, Dimon was a little disappointed. He really wanted to try whether the Elixir of Immortality could suppress the power of the Devil Fruit and solidify a man into a woman.
However, I still offered a word of advice:
"Saki, don't take your manhood too seriously. Sometimes you have to be tough on yourself."
"I know a captain of a crew called the Huashan Pirates who abandoned that useless thing in order to gain greater power."
"Your heart is still not strong enough!"
Am I unwilling to give up?
Saki thought to herself, "I was just worried you might have some ideas, bro!"
"No, no, Brother Dior, I cannot receive the Elixir of Immortality from you without having done anything of merit."
“This is unfair to other members of the New Age.”
"I will rely on my own efforts!"
Dimon sighed with regret that his advice had failed to reach him.
However, he still hasn't given up on the gender-swapped Saki, but he needs to find a suitable solution.
"In that case, I'll leave the task of establishing the intelligence organization to you. I have high hopes for you, Saki."
Dimon retrieved the Elixir of Immortality and left empty-handed.
"Let's go and eat first."
Seeing this, the crowd followed suit.
Shanks and Bucky tightened their hoods, afraid of being recognized.
The group swaggered down the streets of Loguetown, and the patrolling navy officers, seeing that they were just a bunch of kids, completely ignored them.
They were only responsible for guarding against the possible appearance of Roger's pirate crew; the other people who came to watch the execution were not the focus.
Even if other pirate crews land, we won't do anything to them at this critical juncture.
Ignore it, ignore it all.
Soon, Dimon and his group found the largest luxury restaurant in the area.
The restaurant was packed.
As soon as I entered, I saw a group of pirates surrounding an onion-headed man, their expressions hostile.
"Get out of the way! Our Feast Pirates want this spot!"
Onion Head glanced at the pirates and chuckled maliciously, "Hehehe, you guys want to die, huh?"
With so many seats available, why is he targeting my table? Does he look like an easy target?
At the doorway, Dimon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Isn't that Gecko Moria?
Although the physique differed from what I remembered, the face was so easily recognizable.
"Shadow Mage!"
The shadowy figure beneath Moria's feet rose to his feet, transforming into a dark shadow clone that looked down at the troublemaking pirates.
"Three seconds! You have three seconds to repent for the rest of your life!"
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He said three seconds, but the next moment he made his move.
Suddenly, the Shadow Mage's clones scattered, transforming into countless black bats that tore at the troublemaking pirates.
"Ouch! That hurts! Damn it, what is this?!"
"Captain, this guy is a power user!"
"Nonsense, I already know that without you saying it!"
The pirates drew their weapons and swung them wildly.
Gunshots rang out, and instantly, chaos erupted inside the restaurant.
"Pirates are causing trouble!"
"It's someone with superpowers! Run!"
"Hurry! Someone go and notify the Navy!"
The customers got up in a panic and rushed towards the door.
Dimon and his companions were helplessly squeezed out of the restaurant by the panicked customers.
In the chaos, no one had time to care about the children.
Crocodile snorted coldly: "They can't even eat in peace. I'll deal with them!"
"Go, Saki, catch that onion head."
Before Dimon could finish speaking, Crocodile had already made his move.
She raised her right hand, unleashing a sandstorm from her palm, and hurled it towards the restaurant in front of her.
The released sandstorm swelled rapidly upon exposure to wind, expanding dozens of times in size.
The tables and chairs in the restaurant were swept into the air, and the pirates were cut by the sharp sand, screaming and covered in blood.
The restaurant owner was on the verge of tears and could only hide behind the bar, trembling with fear.
In the chaos, countless black bats gathered around Moria, quickly coalescing into a pitch-black box to protect themselves inside.
When the sandstorm subsided, the black box melted like ice and snow, returning to Moria's feet as a shadow.
He stared at Crocodile in the doorway with a grim expression:
"What do you mean, you damned woman? A Logia-type ability?!"
"I'm a man!"
Crocodile's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Moria was stunned. "Look at those two mounds on your chest. How can you say that they're your man?"
"Hehehe..." Suddenly, he realized: "I've heard that besides men and women, there are also transvestites in the world."
He paused, then said angrily:
"Damn transvestite, you stole my food... I'll make you taste the pain of despair!"
"Everyone says it's a man!"
Saki's pretty face was filled with rage, and you could even see the veins bulging.
The next second, the two, who couldn't agree on anything, started fighting.
Dimon watched with amusement.
Shanks tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Brother Dio, the Navy will be here soon..."
"That's right, let's go somewhere else."
Damon himself doesn't care, but Shanks and Bucky can't be exposed yet.
They immediately turned and left.
As for Crocodile, we'll leave her for now.
Moria is so young, I wonder if he knows Armament Haki. If he doesn't, he might suffer.
As they left, Dimon and his crew saw a group of marines rushing toward the restaurant on the street.
The person leading the team was none other than Rear Admiral "Momosasa" Gion of the Navy Headquarters.
The two sides passed each other on the street.
Momousagi noticed Dimon and his group, but only glanced at them and didn't pay them any attention.
She suddenly stopped after walking quite a distance.
"Commodore Momousagi, what's wrong?"
Momousagi recalled for a moment, then shook her head.
"Those people just now... no, they must have been mistaken."
The red nose is so conspicuous that it can be spotted even when the hood is covering it.
However, this kind of decoration is also very common, and it's not strange that any child would like to put one on themselves.
We couldn't eat, and all the restaurants were packed.
Finally, Smoker, a local, led the group to an extremely secluded tavern.
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