One Piece: Tyrant Bear

"oh oh?"

The navy soldiers didn't dare to talk nonsense, went in to help, five or six people worked together, and finally got the gift out, the bear stood up and faced Hannibal.

I have to say that height has one advantage, that is, people always look down.

That feeling is very comfortable.

Hannibal was very angry. In the past, he looked down at others, condescending, beautiful and comfortable. Today, he was treated in the same way, uncomfortable and angry.

"Little devil, do you know what you're doing?"

"Really?"

Isn't that whipping?Is it boiled?He had nothing to be afraid of, that bit of torture was nothing.

"Okay, you're fine, I hope you won't regret it later, kid."

Turning around, he said angrily: "Take me to the fourth floor, I want this kid to see how powerful our four beasts are."

Four Beasts, upon hearing this name, the navy soldiers around were extremely excited, and their eyes of pity were projected on the bear, as if seeing the scene of the bear lying on the ground calling for help.

"Yes."

As they dragged along, the bear looked around, thinking four beasts, what is that?

Is it dangerous?Or is it great?

When the bear faced one of them, he was a little dizzy, I'm crazy, why are they?

One of the four ferocious beasts, a cow, has a black and white body, a cute cow head, a huge mace in his hand, a tall stature, and the most conspicuous thing is the ball of snot hanging from his nose.

The cute little animal has elevated its body a lot, and its small legs don't look like a strong person no matter what.

The cow, the Minotaur, the jailer of the burning floor on the fourth basement floor, a very terrifying monster.

"Moo moo."

Hannibal raised his head and ordered: "Mother Niu, this prisoner is handed over to you. Do whatever you want, regardless of life or death."

"Moo moo."

Excited cows snorted heavily, very happy and excited.

The legs trampled on the ground, making a roaring sound, it approached, the snot on the nose took a breath, brushed in, and after a while, it came out again.

It was a funny scene, but the bear couldn't laugh, because the mace in its hand had already fallen, and it hit the face with the mace full of spikes. This is not a joke.

The bear rolled in a circle, dodging the stick, and the ground cracked, cracks spreading like a spider's web.

The cow moved slowly, looked at the bear with curious eyes, raised its feet, and rushed to the front with big strides.

"boom."

The huge impact made the bear stand unsteadily. He stepped back more than ten meters, and the ground under his feet showed a weak depression. When he raised his head, the mace was in front of him.

Raise your hand to block the front of your head.

"boom."

The body sinks, and the power rolls in, never ending.

"Bang bang."

The cow picked up the mace and hit it five or six times in a row before feeling satisfied.

Carrying a mace, breathing snot, it is so cute, it doesn't have the slightest fear just now.

The moment the battle broke out, Hannibal, who was watching beside him, was very satisfied and kept nodding his head.

"See, this is the Minotaur. The number of prisoners who died on its mace is countless, because it never treats people as people."

The navy soldiers nodded like chickens, and they were horrified only when they saw it with their own eyes.

One by one, the pirates died under its mace, the ground was stained red with blood, but it remained expressionless.

"Director, what if the above?"

"What are you afraid of? If something goes wrong, let me carry it."

"But Lord Little Sadie's there, isn't it?"

Hearing this name, Hannibal had no reason to smile, the sweet look made people feel disgusted.

"Little Satie won't blame me. Don't worry, the director will take care of her. She's just a woman. It's a matter of minutes."

"Director?"

"what?"

Chapter 130 Five Little Cuties

The navy soldiers winked and reminded their "great" director Hannibal, and told him, stop pretending, Little Sati is standing behind you, staring at you.

With fierce eyes, enough to kill, they turned to look elsewhere, and slowly moved forward.

The dead are more friendly than the poor, Lord Hannibal, I'm sorry, you can figure it out yourself.

Hannibal, who didn't know why, was about to swear, when a voice sounded from behind, making him stiff for a moment, not daring to move.