Chapter 170 I knew you, bastard, were coveting my... poison
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Wang Gu Tian Ji
Green wanted to laugh when he thought that Ace had grown up under the noses of a group of killers, and would have been subtly influenced to join the assassination team.
A killer sneaks up behind the enemy, and then uses a fire fist to burn the person until nothing is left. Well, it's quite touching!
Garp left, and Green was free again.
But before he could enjoy his vacation, the phone bug suddenly rang.
"click~"
"I'm Green."
"Haha, Green, did you miss me?" House's voice sounded unformed.
Green rolled his eyes: "If you have anything to say, hurry up or I'll die."
"Don't hang up, don't hang up, something's happened!"
House quickly stopped Green, and then said solemnly: "I have arrived at the West Sea, and something is wrong!"
"Oh? What happened?"
"The Gardner you mentioned did create a mercenary organization, but he is not the one who calls the shots now."
"Huh?" Green's eyes narrowed: "Who is in charge now? Where is Gardner?"
"According to my investigation in the past few days, Gardner disappeared a few days ago. The person in charge now is an old guy. He should be Gardner's father, the person you let go once."
Murderous intent loomed in Green's eyes. It seemed that some people didn't even care about family ties in the face of power.
……
At the same time, somewhere in the West Sea.
"Have you not found Gardner yet?" Blanding asked his men with a grumpy face, like an angry lion.
"We haven't found Master Gardner yet..." his subordinate said tremblingly.
Blanding kicked him far away and cursed angrily: "What use are you bastards? Huh? You can't even find anyone, get out of here!"
The men rolled and crawled away, but a guy with a greasy face walked in.
"Sir Blanding, don't worry, Master Gardner will be fine."
Seeing the visitor, Brandin became even more angry. He grabbed the other person's collar and said gloomily: "Marion, didn't you say that the plan was foolproof? Why is my son missing? Huh?"
Marion spread his hands with an aggrieved look on his face: "Sir Blanding, you agreed to that plan. Isn't it normal to lose someone in the chaos of war?"
Blanding stared at him for a while, and then said viciously: "Don't let me know you did it on purpose, otherwise..."
Marion made a flattering promise and then walked out of the room. As soon as he left the door, the flattery on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a sense of insidiousness and cunning, and the pride of having succeeded.
"Hey, old guy, it's because you are too ambitious. You even want to usurp your own son's position. You deserve to have your descendants cut off!"
Blanding in the room also changed his expression after the other party left, and sneered: "Huh, Marion, is this your conspiracy? You want to use my son to control me? You underestimate me!"
Both of them have their own agendas, and Gardner is just an insignificant bargaining chip. Even his father, Blanding, doesn't care much about his life or death. This has to be said to be his tragedy.
"That means Gardner doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and the mercenary organization I funded him to establish has become Blanding's?" Green's tone was calm, but he was basically sure that this matter had something to do with Blanding, an old guy.
"You are really old-hearted! Brandin, you should have killed him last time!"
House chuckled: "How about it? Do you want me to kill them now? With those mercenaries, no one can stop me."
"Then what? The power I worked so hard to create falls apart?" Green said angrily.
"Uh...Okay, what do you think we should do?"
"You should investigate first. It would be better if you can find Gardner. After all, he has full authority to handle it. Those mercenaries only recognize him. With him, you will not be ostracized, and then gradually take over."
"Well, do as you say."
Just as Green was about to hang up the phone, House suddenly seemed to remember something: "Wait, there's something else."
"Can't you finish it together?"
"Haha, I almost forgot. I met an interesting little guy here in the West Sea. He admires you very much."
"Little guy? What nonsense are you talking about?" Green impatiently hung up.
"No, it's true. I accidentally met a kid who inspired to become a killer. His idol was the mysterious killer who destroyed the five major mafia families. Isn't it you?"
Green thought for a while, if he said that, it was really him.
"Okay, let's see how the qualifications are. If possible, stay with us to train him first."
"Click!"
Green hung up the phone directly, because the news came from the dark side that Magellan woke up.
House was speechless: "When did Greene become so impatient... Well, he has never been patient, at least he has no patience with me."
After a few slanders, House began to take action. First, he secretly searched for information about Gardner, and then dealt with the rebels.
On the other side, Green had already boarded the warship and headed directly to the impel city.
The news that Magellan had woken up quickly reached the ears of the navy's top brass, and even the Warring States Period personally inquired about it.
Impel Down City still has its original gloomy appearance, but Green keenly saw that several places were newly repaired. It seemed that the battle between Magellan and the Golden Lion had caused quite a stir.
When he came to the door and glanced at the guards, Green frowned. Several of the guards he was familiar with were missing. He didn't know if they were affected in that battle or if they were taking a break.
"Master Green, Director Magellan has given orders. Just go in when you arrive." A familiar guard captain saw Green and rushed up to greet him, forcing a smile on his face.
Green patted the other party's shoulder solemnly, and then walked in without saying a word.
For soldiers, duty is more important than anything else, even if they die for it.
The team leader looked at Green's back gratefully and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes. Several of his brothers were affected when the Golden Lion escaped from prison. Some died on the spot, and some are still alive and dead. But who Everyone knew there was no way they would survive.
He walked along the gloomy corridor to Magellan's office and dormitory, and knocked on the door. Fortunately, he hadn't changed places yet, and the door was quickly opened.
"Long time no see, Hannibal." Green greeted casually.
Hannibal's expression was rare and he was not very interested. He just nodded and let him in.
Arriving in the bedroom, Green saw Magellan, who was still very weak.
He was lying on a hospital bed, with tubes all over his body and bottles and cans hanging around him.
"There you are, Green."
Magellan looked weak, but his voice sounded full of energy, and Green breathed a sigh of relief.
If this guy dies due to his own fault, then he will lose a friend and a free supply of poison.
"Well, I'm relieved to see you're not dead yet!" A smile appeared on Green's face.
"I'm really afraid that if you die, I won't be able to get my free poison anywhere."
Magellan also laughed: "I knew you, bastard, coveted my poison!"
A killer sneaks up behind the enemy, and then uses a fire fist to burn the person until nothing is left. Well, it's quite touching!
Garp left, and Green was free again.
But before he could enjoy his vacation, the phone bug suddenly rang.
"click~"
"I'm Green."
"Haha, Green, did you miss me?" House's voice sounded unformed.
Green rolled his eyes: "If you have anything to say, hurry up or I'll die."
"Don't hang up, don't hang up, something's happened!"
House quickly stopped Green, and then said solemnly: "I have arrived at the West Sea, and something is wrong!"
"Oh? What happened?"
"The Gardner you mentioned did create a mercenary organization, but he is not the one who calls the shots now."
"Huh?" Green's eyes narrowed: "Who is in charge now? Where is Gardner?"
"According to my investigation in the past few days, Gardner disappeared a few days ago. The person in charge now is an old guy. He should be Gardner's father, the person you let go once."
Murderous intent loomed in Green's eyes. It seemed that some people didn't even care about family ties in the face of power.
……
At the same time, somewhere in the West Sea.
"Have you not found Gardner yet?" Blanding asked his men with a grumpy face, like an angry lion.
"We haven't found Master Gardner yet..." his subordinate said tremblingly.
Blanding kicked him far away and cursed angrily: "What use are you bastards? Huh? You can't even find anyone, get out of here!"
The men rolled and crawled away, but a guy with a greasy face walked in.
"Sir Blanding, don't worry, Master Gardner will be fine."
Seeing the visitor, Brandin became even more angry. He grabbed the other person's collar and said gloomily: "Marion, didn't you say that the plan was foolproof? Why is my son missing? Huh?"
Marion spread his hands with an aggrieved look on his face: "Sir Blanding, you agreed to that plan. Isn't it normal to lose someone in the chaos of war?"
Blanding stared at him for a while, and then said viciously: "Don't let me know you did it on purpose, otherwise..."
Marion made a flattering promise and then walked out of the room. As soon as he left the door, the flattery on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a sense of insidiousness and cunning, and the pride of having succeeded.
"Hey, old guy, it's because you are too ambitious. You even want to usurp your own son's position. You deserve to have your descendants cut off!"
Blanding in the room also changed his expression after the other party left, and sneered: "Huh, Marion, is this your conspiracy? You want to use my son to control me? You underestimate me!"
Both of them have their own agendas, and Gardner is just an insignificant bargaining chip. Even his father, Blanding, doesn't care much about his life or death. This has to be said to be his tragedy.
"That means Gardner doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and the mercenary organization I funded him to establish has become Blanding's?" Green's tone was calm, but he was basically sure that this matter had something to do with Blanding, an old guy.
"You are really old-hearted! Brandin, you should have killed him last time!"
House chuckled: "How about it? Do you want me to kill them now? With those mercenaries, no one can stop me."
"Then what? The power I worked so hard to create falls apart?" Green said angrily.
"Uh...Okay, what do you think we should do?"
"You should investigate first. It would be better if you can find Gardner. After all, he has full authority to handle it. Those mercenaries only recognize him. With him, you will not be ostracized, and then gradually take over."
"Well, do as you say."
Just as Green was about to hang up the phone, House suddenly seemed to remember something: "Wait, there's something else."
"Can't you finish it together?"
"Haha, I almost forgot. I met an interesting little guy here in the West Sea. He admires you very much."
"Little guy? What nonsense are you talking about?" Green impatiently hung up.
"No, it's true. I accidentally met a kid who inspired to become a killer. His idol was the mysterious killer who destroyed the five major mafia families. Isn't it you?"
Green thought for a while, if he said that, it was really him.
"Okay, let's see how the qualifications are. If possible, stay with us to train him first."
"Click!"
Green hung up the phone directly, because the news came from the dark side that Magellan woke up.
House was speechless: "When did Greene become so impatient... Well, he has never been patient, at least he has no patience with me."
After a few slanders, House began to take action. First, he secretly searched for information about Gardner, and then dealt with the rebels.
On the other side, Green had already boarded the warship and headed directly to the impel city.
The news that Magellan had woken up quickly reached the ears of the navy's top brass, and even the Warring States Period personally inquired about it.
Impel Down City still has its original gloomy appearance, but Green keenly saw that several places were newly repaired. It seemed that the battle between Magellan and the Golden Lion had caused quite a stir.
When he came to the door and glanced at the guards, Green frowned. Several of the guards he was familiar with were missing. He didn't know if they were affected in that battle or if they were taking a break.
"Master Green, Director Magellan has given orders. Just go in when you arrive." A familiar guard captain saw Green and rushed up to greet him, forcing a smile on his face.
Green patted the other party's shoulder solemnly, and then walked in without saying a word.
For soldiers, duty is more important than anything else, even if they die for it.
The team leader looked at Green's back gratefully and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes. Several of his brothers were affected when the Golden Lion escaped from prison. Some died on the spot, and some are still alive and dead. But who Everyone knew there was no way they would survive.
He walked along the gloomy corridor to Magellan's office and dormitory, and knocked on the door. Fortunately, he hadn't changed places yet, and the door was quickly opened.
"Long time no see, Hannibal." Green greeted casually.
Hannibal's expression was rare and he was not very interested. He just nodded and let him in.
Arriving in the bedroom, Green saw Magellan, who was still very weak.
He was lying on a hospital bed, with tubes all over his body and bottles and cans hanging around him.
"There you are, Green."
Magellan looked weak, but his voice sounded full of energy, and Green breathed a sigh of relief.
If this guy dies due to his own fault, then he will lose a friend and a free supply of poison.
"Well, I'm relieved to see you're not dead yet!" A smile appeared on Green's face.
"I'm really afraid that if you die, I won't be able to get my free poison anywhere."
Magellan also laughed: "I knew you, bastard, coveted my poison!"
