Pirate: The one who ate the rubber fruit became a double

"Your Excellency, Mr. Michelin, has prepared a large-scale entertainment program for your arrival. As for the food, two chefs have been dispatched."

Baccarat drove the Ghost Slice and took Michelin to a VIP room in a large show venue, and opened the door with a smile.

Michelin nodded and walked into the gold VIP room with such a level of luxury that it would make Dubai's richest people tremble when they saw it.

There is a whole wall of high-definition glass on the inside. There are sofas and tables beside the glass. There are already a lot of food and wine on the table.

Outside the window is the golden sea. There are several golden platforms on the sea. On the platforms, beauties in cool and exquisite clothes dance to the cheerful rhythm.

Michelin sat on the sofa, watching the performance outside the window, picked up the unknown stick meat on the table and started to bite into it.

Michelin didn't drink the champagne on the table, but asked for a glass of water.

Baccarat did not enter the VIP room with Michelin, saying that she was going to prepare a surprise for him.

In about half an hour, it's time for the joyful celebration of 'Gulan Tezzolo' that happens every three days. It's a coincidence that Michelin came here.

There are celebrations every day in the dock area, starting around eight o'clock in the evening, to welcome those who log in to the world's most luxurious city of pleasure.

Every three days, a large-scale celebration will be held, when the boss of this golden city, Gilder Tezzolo, will appear in person to perform.

During meal time, Michelin ate very quickly and a lot, and the two chefs next to him looked at Michelin strangely.

He ate at least ten people's food for three days in twenty minutes, and most of what he ate was meat. They had seen food that could be eaten. After all, in the world of One Piece, being able to eat is different from being able to fight. Injury to the equal sign.

Not exactly equal though.Excluding some things that are edible but can definitely be beaten, almost everything that can be beaten must be edible.

They didn't dare to complain at all. While cooking, they kept watching Michelin's face, observing the changes in the guests' expressions, and adjusting the menu.

Michelin finished a palm-thick portion of thick-fried Neptune steak, picked up the water glass and took a sip. Someone immediately removed the empty plate, and at the same time, another person brought the next piece of food.

Putting down the water glass, Michelin picked up his fork, took a forkful of the mixed vegetable salad in front of him and put it in his mouth to eat.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the room, and then the door was pushed open, and Baccarat walked in from the outside, holding a piece of information in his hand.

Michelin glanced at the chefs on both sides and raised his hand to wave.

After finishing the last two dishes quickly, I started to pack up and prepare to leave.

Baccarat placed the information in front of Michelin, then sat on the sofa nearby, watching silently as Michelin ate up all the food and drank the last sip of water.

After the chefs pushed their mobile kitchens out of the VIP room, Michelin put down his water glass and picked up the information handed over by Baccarat.

The more he looked, the more he frowned, and he spoke in a low and slow tone.

"What do you mean?"

Baccarat poured himself a glass of champagne. For someone as extremely vigilant as Michelin, it was not particularly easy to successfully lure him into the trap.

"Michelin, you should know that we are businessmen after all. Your senior brother owes us a lot of money. As long as you can pay these fees, you can take him away." Baccarat elegantly held the champagne and crossed her legs. , leaning forward and looking at Michelin with lowered eyes with a charming smile. "But there is no need to worry, Mr. Michelin. After all, 'Gulan Tezzolo' is known as the City of Miracles. It is possible to earn not only one billion, but also tens or hundreds of billions."

His eyes flickered, and Michelin smiled.

"One billion Baileys is indeed a small number. You call it a coincidence, plus the meeting gift you sent is just enough."

Baccarat's smiling face froze, and then she smiled awkwardly. Just as she was about to say something, the whole VIP room suddenly started to vibrate.

The lights outside also dimmed, and the entire VIP room began to rise with the vibration, and the originally closed ceiling separated to both sides.

Soon, the closed VIP room turned into an open-air VIP platform.

Both Baccarat and Michelin stopped talking, because a beautiful singing voice appeared, the lights came on, and the happy atmosphere surged again, as the singing progressed layer by layer, and finally reached a climax with the appearance of the Golden Emperor Tezzolo.

In the final stage of the song, the ultimate purpose of the celebration emerges.

"Golden Splash"

Tezzolo stood on the golden platform floating in the air, holding the microphone in a slutty pose, pointing his other hand directly at the sky, and shouted loudly.

Gold powder filled the sky like falling snow, and the cheers lasted for a long time.

Baccarat shook the champagne in her hand, and the gold powder that fell into the glass shone in the liquid, and she drank it all.

Seeing the gold dust covering Michelin's body, the expression on Baccarat's face smiled even more charmingly.

"Mr. Michelin, the night in this city has begun. Let me show you the night bar of this city, which is known as the most dreamy city in the world."

Tezzolo outside took his final call amid waves of cheers, and the VIP table swayed back into the closed VIP room.

Michelin stood up and followed Baccarat out of the room. No one noticed that he never touched the glass of water filled with gold powder on Michelin's table again.

Turtle Slice ran through the gorgeous streets and returned to the door of this eight-star hotel again.Baccarat got out of the car first and opened the door, leading Michelin out.

In order to lure Michelin into the game, she led Michelin into the lobby on the first floor. It seemed to be a public gambling hall, with a variety of games that were dazzling.

Michelin glanced downwards and shook his head.

"Take me to see your boss, I have no interest in gambling."

Baccarat looked at Michelin with some surprise, and then covered her mouth in an extremely exaggerated manner.

"It's amazing. Mr. Michelin, you are so unique that you have no interest in gambling."

While speaking words of praise, his eyes were watching for any possible changes in expression on Michelin's face.

"My senior brother is still waiting for my rescue. Please ask Miss Baccarat to take me to see Tezzolo."

Michelin's voice suddenly became a little cold, and a trace of momentum began to radiate from his body. The expression on Baccarat's face completely froze.

"I'm sorry, I was rude. Your senior brother is still in prison, so you must not be thinking about it. Let's go back to your room to get the money first, and I will take you to see our boss immediately."