Chapter 1053 You Will Change My Clothes Tomorrow!

Doflamingo, who was advancing to the bottom of the city, was making trouble there, and in Mary Gioia, the five old men also made up their minds at this time.

"Well, well, well, we get it."

between powers.

The five old men were still posing. The curly-haired old man was sitting there, holding the microphone and listening to the phone bug talking. Then he hung up the microphone and looked at everyone.

The curly-haired old man said, "The decision has been made over there."

The few remaining people were silent for a while, and then the old man with long beard spoke first: "Then it's settled, Kulo has also fulfilled his promise."

The old man with the knife nodded and said: "That's true, the world's number one swordsman...Although he didn't defeat the red-haired man, he still achieved results."

The red-skinned old man said: "According to the information, the red hair did not fight with Kuro, and Kuro did not find a chance. In addition, Hawkeye and the red hair have a good relationship. If there is a fight, Kuro may not be the opponent of the two. "

"That's true."

The old man with a map on his head said in a deep voice: "Kuro is very smart and knows how to preserve his strength. He is reassuring. Just dealing with one is enough. The navy has become the world's number one swordsman, and it is also good for our world government. A great opportunity to add prestige."

"Second." Several other old men nodded.

"Then..."

The old man on the map glanced around and said, "That's the decision. Polusalino will step down, and Lucy Crow will step up."

...

Headquarters.

"Brother Stolberg, are you coming?"

At the entrance of a large conference room in the main building, Clow stood at the gate, waiting for someone to arrive like a welcome guest.

"Crow, are you coming to meet me?"

Stoloberg was a little surprised, but immediately thought of something and felt relieved. He stroked his beautiful long beard and said with relief, "Almost, it should be you."

Ku Luo tilted his head, a little confused, but he still said: "The old man asked me to greet guests at the door, you know, boss, I can only come to greet you."

For the small internal gathering, his own subordinates didn't bring them here. The old man asked him to meet people at the door, and when the boss spoke, that was all he could do.

"I'll go in first."

Stoloberry laughed and walked into the conference room.

Seeing him go in, Kuro leaned against the door, took out the steam cigar from his pocket, put it in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit it, and sprayed out a puff of white mist, "It's so troublesome, why did you ask me to greet people ah."

"Lieutenant General!"

As soon as the words fell, a major general ran over and saluted first, shouting loudly.

"Well, let's go in."

Crow nodded, not as politely as he had been to Stolberg just now.

His current status, apart from the veteran status of Stoloberg, really doesn't need to be so polite.

Do whatever you want, don't act like someone who doesn't take responsibility, that's not good-looking.

Ghost Spider, Dauberman, Stoloberg, Dalmesia, Flying Squirrel, Huoshaoshan, six veteran elite lieutenant generals, the first two of which are from Sakarsky's faction, and the last two are that idiot Kuzan Of the remnants, Dalmesia is neutral but not the old man.

Only Stolberg was the old man's former subordinate and was in his faction.

The others are ordinary lieutenant generals and major generals brought out, and this kind of meeting is basically above major generals, and other people are not qualified to participate.

As time passed, Lieutenant Generals and Major Generals entered the conference room one after another, which made Crow a little startled.

It's been a while since this call was issued, and many people rushed to the headquarters from other places, but the number is indeed quite a lot.

He knew that as a general, the old man's faction must have a lot of power, but he calculated a little, from the morning until now, for about three hours, one after another admiral came to greet him, and the number was almost over three hundred up.

This is not Chinese cabbage, but at least someone of the rank of rear admiral.

The power of this faction is really staggering.

"Brother."

At this moment, a silly voice sounded from the front, Zhan Taowan came over wearing a bellyband and a cloak, and said, "I'm here too."

"I'm not talking about you."

Kuro gave him a sideways glance, "You are also a major general after all, can't you wear a formal suit? Wear your ragged bellyband every day, are you too poor to afford clothes or too many bellybands? Your family bought it for you when you were born. It’s the bellyband that’s buried in the ground, right?”

Zhan Taowan was stunned for a moment, and said: "This is not a bellyband, this is just my dressing style. I really have a lot of these clothes, and I have three cabinets."

As he spoke, he proudly stretched out three fingers.

Ku Luo rolled his eyes, raised his hand and gave Zhan Taowan a head.

"You're so proud, aren't you!"

Zhan Taowan is 2.8 meters tall, and he used to be about the same height as Kuro, but now Kuro is much taller than him, and he still feels like hitting a child when fighting.

"Three cabinets! I'll let you three cabinets! I'll go change my clothes tomorrow. If you don't wear a formal suit, see if I will beat you!"

Ku Luo gave Zhan Taowan a kick in the ass and kicked him in, "It will damage the image of our faction, come and go!"

Zhan Taowan felt aggrieved and touched his buttocks, then turned around and said, "Brother, I'm the last one, and everyone else went in."

"Huh? Are you the last one?"

Kuro exhaled smoke, "Okay, then go in."

After finishing speaking, he took Zhan Taowan into the somewhat dim meeting room in front. The old man hadn't arrived yet, but the rows of seats under the huge main seat were already full of people.

The major generals and lieutenant generals, one by one, were biting cigars or cigarettes, puffing away, and their sitting postures were all kinds of strange, some with their legs raised high, some with their legs crossed, and some sitting sideways.

The sitting posture of the navy and the laughter of the pirates will always be a mystery.

Zhan Taowan found a place to sit down, while Kuro frowned, walked straight to the main seat, looked at these sailors who were sitting in various postures, and coughed.

After a while, it was useless, not only the sitting posture continued to be strange, but even the chattering started.

Ku Luo's complexion changed, and he gritted his teeth and growled: "I'm all sitting down!"

In a word, everyone's faces became straight, and they all sat upright.

"What the hell do you look like!"

Crow pointed at them, and said with a bit of resentment: "It's okay to sit in a strange posture. Those who smoke smoke, drink alcohol, and there is one who wears a bellyband. What are you doing? You are the navy! Shame, shame do you know!"

As he spoke, Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke arrogantly.

Admiral: "..."

Zhan Taowan: "..."

Why bring him up alone.