Chapter 1181 Napoleon and Bakin
Although the fourteen-year-old Napoleon looked immature, his domineering aura had begun to show his sharpness.
Napoleon just stood there and gave people a sense of oppression, which was not something that ordinary people could look directly at.
Napoleon looked around!
Somewhat unexpected!
Is this scene really a duel?
Why does it feel more like an outing!
Those who were watching began to lay carpets and put on delicious food.
Just like on an outing, he started a business?
Napoleon was really confused.
It's a bit weird!
Where is the real master?
Napoleon looked around the audience.
The ships slowly docked at the port.
Napoleon jumped off the bow.
"Where is Whitebeard II?"
Napoleon asked, looking around the audience.
The sound was not loud, but it happened to be heard by the people around.
When the people around him heard this, they looked into the depths of the island!
Napoleon looked into the distance, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his domineering aura was activated at the same time, and his powerful perception spread rapidly like ripples.
In an instant, his experiences and feelings covered half of the island.
At this moment, he noticed two figures, one big and one small, inside the island, walking towards the port.
Not long after, Napoleon finally met the people he had been waiting for - Bargingom Stutsi and Edward Wimble.
Bajingom Stutsi was full of jewels, and the jewelry on his body shone with dazzling light. Each piece was priceless and luxurious.
However, the mountains of wrinkles on her face were daunting, as if the traces of time were deeply engraved on her face.
The old face was covered with thick foundation, making the originally pale complexion unusually white, but it also looked unnatural and gloomy.
Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick, which contrasted with her pale complexion, giving a weird and disgusting feeling.
Her overall image is like a time-eroded monster, creepy.
As for Vibull next to him, although he looked stupid and stood behind Bakin with a knife in his hand, looking unthreatening, Napoleon could clearly feel the terrifying aura emitted from his body.
This breath made Napoleon's heart sank: "Oh no! It seems that he chose the wrong opponent!"
Napoleon was secretly frightened, and the looming momentum of Vieble was like a sleeping beast, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.
This feeling reminded Napoleon of his father, and it was so heart-wrenching when his father inadvertently revealed the breath of beast.
However, compared with his father, Weibull's momentum was much weaker, but it still made Napoleon feel more stressed.
Napoleon realized that this seemingly stupid guy was actually a terrible opponent.
His face became serious and he stared at Weibull with caution, not daring to be careless at all.
And when Bajinom Stutsi and Edward Wimble appeared.
All eyes present, including the video telephone bug, were aimed at the two.
Puff!
At the same time!
Charlotte of the New World.
Whitebeard Edward Newgate in Paradise.
Charlotte Lingling.
Xia Qi of the Shambodian Islands.
Qi Qi squirted out a sip of wine from his mouth!
"Is this guy Bakin?"
As the remnant party of the Rocks Pirates.
Naturally, it is not unfamiliar with Bajin.
Even for Charlotte, Bakin had treated him.
When he fought with Zefa for three days and three nights, he was unconscious and injured all over.
It was Bakin who treated Charlotte.
The other Locks remnants, especially Whitebeard, almost shocked her.
Many crew members of the Whitebeard Pirates looked at the Whitebeard Dad.
There was a question in his eyes.
This made the white-bearded old face almost unable to hold on.
Marco turned his gaze away from his father and then looked at Edward Wemble in the picture.
"Dad, is that guy really your son?"
Marco asked cautiously.
Marco's words attracted others, too.
They all looked at the white-bearded father with inquiring eyes.
I felt a little nervous.
When the white beard heard this, his face became serious.
"I don't have a son, or I will always have only you, and he is not your brother!"
The white beard said in a deep voice.
"That……!"
Marco was interrupted by Whitebeard before he could finish speaking.
"Bajin and I were on the same boat, but he was not my son!"
Whitebeard obviously didn't want to say anything more.
Or, a little embarrassed to speak out!
Seeing this, Marco stopped saying anything more.
And in the picture!
"Hahahahahahahahaha, Napoleon, Charlotte's grandson, how are your grandfather? After being separated for more than 30 years, I didn't expect that my grandson would have grown up so old?"
Bajin covered her bright red mouth and looked at Napoleon with a smile on her eyes.
Her voice was very old.
However, her movements contrasted sharply with her voice.
I saw her gently covering her mouth with her hands, like a shy girl.
But in fact, her face was covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, as if she had been ruthlessly carved by time.
The wrinkles crisscrossed, making her face look a little distorted and weird.
Especially her bright red lips, they seemed abrupt and inconsistent.
What's even more disgusting is that her movements combined with the wrinkles on her face gave people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
Her body trembled slightly, and each trembling would drive the loose skin and wrinkles, making a rustling sound.
Many people around him turned their backs suddenly.
"vomit!"
The sound of vomiting sounded!
Many men vomited it out.
They bent down and tried desperately to spit out the things in their stomachs.
Charlotte also turned his face stiffly, not wanting to see the face full of wrinkles on the foundation.
Napoleon even forced himself to resist his eyes.
A smile barely squeezed out of his face, trying to keep calm.
Just wanted to say something.
However, when he saw Bajin trembling smile, the wrinkles filled with gullies squeezed and squeezed out a piece of soybean-sized powder.
"vomit!"
Napoleon could no longer hold it back and turned around and his stomach was in a turbulent way.
He bent down, held his knees with both hands, and gasped.
His face became extremely ugly, his lips turned white and his forehead was sweating.
This was the first time he had seen such a disgusting person.
Forgive the minor who just entered the sea.
He looked very immature when he stepped into the sea for the first time.
Bajinom Stutsi's expression suddenly changed.
"What? Is your old body disappointing you like this? Irregular little guy, you should call me Grandma Bajin by seniority!"
Bajin looked at Napoleon with a gloomy face.
It seems like he wants to do something if he disagrees.
Napoleon forced his white face.
Unexpectedly, I was injured before I could fight.
I still suffer serious mental damage.
I simply don't know what Napoleon should say.
The people around were also frightened by Bajin.
The power of this old woman directly made Napoleon, a young man, weak.
This is a bit fucked!
