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

Smoker was stunned by Michelin's question, and then his whole face turned red with anger.

"You brat, you're too arrogant. Bai Fist"

As soon as he finished speaking, he inserted his "Ten Hands" on the ground beside him, and fired his fists with both arms like launchers, leaving a long white smoke in the air.

In Michelin's opinion, Smoker's move had too many flaws, and the attack at this speed was too slow.

Wrapping his hands in armed colors, he avoided Smoker's successive punches and found an opportunity. He circled his arms in front of his body and caught all the white smoke trailing behind Smoker's two fists under his armpits.

Pulling hard towards him, the other fist was about to punch into the abdomen of Smoker who was being dragged over.

Smoker's originally elemental arms were entangled in Michelin's domineering hands. It was too late to break free, and he could only try to compare strength with Michelin from a distance.

But what he didn't expect was that Michelin's strength was surprisingly strong, and Smoker was dragged over without any pause.

Seeing that the weapon-colored fist was about to hit him, Smoker had a flash of inspiration and elementalized his body, transferring the position of his abdomen to other places through elementalization.

Michelin punched directly through Smoker's body, hitting him empty, and then raised his arm directly, splitting the elemental Smoker in half.

A smile of approval appeared on Lieutenant General He's face in the distance. Smoker's move was very good and very wise.

Dasqi covered her mouth, a little worried.

Smoker's elemental body slowly gathered together, and his hands were controlled by Michelin. He could only tilt his head back and headbutt Michelin directly.

Knowing that Michelin can use armed colors, Smoker also used his own armed colors to cover the impact point on his forehead.

"Bang~"

There was a muffled sound of metal hitting, and Smoker's eyes were shaken out of focus. He vaguely realized that Michelin was completely fine.

He even wanted another headbutt.

Smoker was so dizzy that he had no time to react and was hit in the face by Michelin's headbutt.

With the head as the spearhead, the entire body shoots straight backwards.

Michelin let go of Smoker's arm when he hit him, letting him fly away.

Smoker's forehead, covered with Michelin's armor, hit the bridge of his nose, and tears and nosebleeds burst out uncontrollably.

In the air, Smoker endured the pain and blurred vision full of tears, turned his body weight, squatted steadily on the ground and slid back for a long distance.

He reached out to wipe away the tears and gushing nosebleeds, and straightened the broken bridge of his nose. Smoker cursed and spat out a mouthful of blood that flowed from his nose to his throat.

"You brat, you are so merciless. I don't know if I hit someone in the face or not."

Michelin wiped off the blood on his forehead, kicked the 'Ten Hands' that Smoker had put on the ground back to Smoker and said with a smile.

"Mr. Smoker, things are getting interesting! Do you want to get serious?"

At this time, Smoker's face was full of doubts, and he looked at the young man in front of him with a somewhat demented expression and a distorted smile.

Is this still the reckless junior brother running around on top?

He didn't know anymore. He didn't know the person in front of him. Smoker slowly turned his head and cast a questioning look at Lieutenant General He.

But Lieutenant General He turned a blind eye to his questioning look, which made him a little confused.

The scene seemed completely different from what he had imagined. Michelin's two years seemed to be more than two years spent in another unit.

Smoker let the 'Ten Hands' slide across his cheek, sinking deeply into a big tree ten steps behind him, reaching as deep as the handle.

Michelin saw that Smoker had stopped moving. He took a deep breath, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked towards the distant town.

Lieutenant General He looked at Michelin's back with a sad face, holding his hands tightly in his sleeves.

She seemed to be struggling with something.

The Michelin in front of me has changed, and his personality is a little distorted.

Smoker also stared blankly at Michelin as he walked away. He wanted to step forward but didn't know what to say.

Just like what I did just now, I will teach you a lesson with all my strength in the name of a senior brother, and then what!

Yes, and then...

Smoker turned his head and looked at Lieutenant General He, one of his most respected navy seniors, with complicated eyes, hoping that she would be wise enough to do something.

However, Lieutenant General He just let Michelin's figure disappear into the distance.

The sensitive Dasqi also noticed something was wrong. This long-awaited reunion was very different from the scene she had imagined.

Michelin walks through the streets of this tourist town built on the mountains, and there are hot springs everywhere along the way.

Michelin, who casually found a tavern to sit down, sighed and stared out the window at the bustling crowd on the street.

Taverns are generally closed early in the morning, but because Saiken Island is a tourist island famous for its hot springs, the taverns are still open in the morning, but there will be much fewer people.

The original plan to find Aokiji who was soaking in the hot spring waiting for Luffy and his group was completely ruined. Who knows there are so many hot springs in this place.

The bartender said that there are almost a thousand hot spring restaurants of various sizes here, so how can anyone find one?

"Brother, the Saiken special breakfast you asked for is here. It is the special hot spring eggs, the seafood soup stewed with the island's unique hot spring seafood, and the special rice cooked with the island's specialty hot spring rice."

Michelin almost drooled when he looked at the sumptuous breakfast in front of him. Although he didn't pay much attention to eating and drinking, the steaming breakfast in front of him still made him salivate.

"Guest, please stir the hot spring eggs with rice when eating. It will taste better."

"Okay, do you have Jerez brand wine here?"

"Jerez, yes, the guests really know how to drink."

"Uh-huh."

Michelin was carefully placing the hot spring egg on the rice at this time, and had no time to pay attention to the bartender's compliment.

"Guest, wait a moment, I'll go get you some wine."

After drinking and eating, Michelin leaned on the back of a stool, waved to the bartender, paid for the meal and handed him a generous tip.

"That bar here has some pretty dancers."

The bartender took the money without counting it. He was able to find out the stack of money by just groping with his fingers. After settling the bill, there would be a lot more money. He immediately bent down and answered respectfully.

"Most of the taverns in Saiken will have dancer performances in the afternoon and evening. The most famous ones are of course the largest taverns here. However, the most beautiful ones are not these big taverns, but some medium-sized taverns. , or a tavern. In order to give guests a sense of freshness, the dancers in these taverns are mobile and change every day..."

The bartender was beaming when he talked, and Michelin frowned when he heard it.

"She's not from this island. She's a dancer who just landed on the island in the past two days. She has black hair."

The bartender was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and then answered.

"It turns out that the customer is looking for someone. There is a tavern called 'Nightingale' three blocks away from here. A new dancer has arrived. She has black hair and is tall, especially those long legs. She is simply, simply. …”

The bartender's eyes were full of love, his face was full of lust, and he couldn't find any adjectives.

Michelin shook his head and glanced at the bartender with some contempt.

Damn leg control.