Chapter 315 Interlude

Pierre Cloy's words made Giger laugh.

Of course, because of the mask, no one could tell that Giger was smiling.

Garrett showed interest when she heard that. She turned her gaze to Stussy, wanting to see how Stussy would react.

However, Stussy's reaction was beyond Garrett's expectations.

Although someone was poaching his employees right in front of him, Stussy not only did not show any anger on his face, but he even chuckled.

She glanced at Jiger beside her and said,

"Pietro, you have a really good taste, but this is a bit rude of you."

Pierre-Emerick said nonchalantly,

"Stusi, I'm not a pimp, so there's no need for politeness. It's a waste for someone like this to follow you, so why not give him to me!"

Pierre-Emile grinned, looked at Giger and said:

"What do you think, kid? Do you want to consider it?"

Jig had no intention of paying attention to him at all, but Stussy suddenly leaned into Jig's arms and said with a wronged look on his face,

"Zero, you won't leave me, right?"

Giger nodded silently. Seeing this, Pierclot snorted and said disdainfully,

"You are useless. I misjudged you."

Stussy slowly raised her head from Jiger's arms, and the expression on her pretty face had turned cold.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Pierre Klo, and said coldly,

"Pietro, are you pushing it a little too far?"

Pierclot touched the sickle in his hand and said with a grim smile,

"So what? What? Are you going to kill me with all those women of yours?"

This was already too much. Garette and Beauval frowned, especially Garette. Stussy was the guest she was responsible for receiving, and Piercloth's behavior was a slap in her face.

Garrett raised a hand wearing a wine-red glove, a ball of transparent liquid emerged from the palm, and said in a deep voice,

"Pietro! Watch your words and actions. Everyone who comes here today is a guest of our Charlotte family. But if someone takes the initiative to cause trouble, then he is the enemy of our Charlotte family. Do you understand the consequences of being an enemy of our Charlotte family?"

Pierclo's face froze when he heard this. Needless to say, the Charlotte family's deterrent power in the New World was self-evident, not to mention that this was the Charlotte family's base camp.

He smiled awkwardly and said,

"I'm sorry, Miss Garrett. It's indeed my fault."

Garrett shook her head and said,

"You shouldn't have said that to me. You're offending Ms. Stussy."

Pierclo was furious and apologized to Stussy reluctantly, then he stood up and wanted to leave.

However, just as he turned around, a black-gloved hand snapped on his shoulder.

Pierclo was stunned for a moment, then turned his head sharply and saw a cold white mask.

"Just leave like that?"

Garrett looked at Jig standing behind Pierclo with surprise. She didn't even react when Jig disappeared from her side. The speed was terrifying.

This scene also attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant. Pierre Cloth snorted coldly and exerted force with his shoulders, trying to shake off Giger's hand.

However, the next second, he found that the hand on his shoulder was as heavy as a mountain, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move it at all.

Those present were not ordinary people. Seeing Pierre Cloyd's face flushed with suffocation, they soon figured out what was going on.

Pierre Clo was frustrated!

Morgans, Feld and others looked at each other and saw gloating in each other's eyes.

The reason why they hated Piercelot was not only because they looked down upon the business that Piercelot did, but the most important point was that Piercelot was too arrogant.

As emperors of the underworld, they naturally have to contact each other privately, such as jointly formulating some rules for the underworld.

If we talk about their individual strengths alone, the strongest one is Pierre Klo. After all, as the leader of the assassins, it is unacceptable that he is not strong enough.

This also led to the situation that Pierclo often relied on his own strength to act arrogantly in meetings. Stussy always acted as if it was none of his business, but Morgans and others were often annoyed by Pierclo and were eager to see him make a fool of himself.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Pierclot was completely embarrassed. A dark shadow covered his shoulders. He was about to get serious.

however,

click!

The sound of bones breaking was heard, and Garette's eyes widened, looking in disbelief at Jiger's hand that almost grabbed Pierclot's shoulder. The layer of armor covering it was as brittle as a piece of black paper.

Intense pain came from the broken shoulder blade, and Pierclot instinctively wanted to scream, but before he could open his mouth, there was another clicking sound.

This time, no one could see clearly how Giger made his move. They only saw Pierclot's chin suddenly droop and finally spurt out a large amount of saliva.

Morgans and others who had just wanted to laugh at Pierclos' joke were now dumbfounded. They had not expected that Stusi's subordinate was so fierce. The arrogant Pierclos was like a child in his hands.

Where did they recruit such men? !

Pierre Cloe was now completely speechless, and finally felt fear in his heart.

Giger put his white masked face close to Pierclos' ear and whispered,

"It's dinner time now. It's not good to make loud noises. What do you think?"

Pierclot nodded with a horrified expression, and Giger slowly loosened his hand, or to be more precise, pulled his fingers out of Pierclot's shoulder blade.

During this process, Pierclot was shaking with pain, but no one sympathized with him. At this moment, Giger was the focus of the entire dinner.

Giger seemed to be unconcerned about the attention of these so-called big shots. He took off the black glove stained with blood and stuffed it into Pierclos' mouth.

This action made the corners of the mouths of the others twitch again.

Pierre Klo was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so he covered his shoulder with one hand and ran out of the hall in embarrassment.

Jig had already returned to his seat. Garrett stared at Jig's masked face in a daze, and blurted out,

"So you are so strong..."

In Garette's opinion, the strength that Ziger had just shown was obviously just the tip of the iceberg. She was very curious about how Katakuri, the most powerful brother in the family, would evaluate Ziger's strength if he were here.

In the center of the hall, five people with the number "66" on their bodies sat around a table. Sitting at the head was a middle-aged man with wild long blond hair and a golden helmet.

He looked at Jiger's back and said to himself,

"Where did Stussy find such a person?"