Chương 1181: Napoleon and Bakin

Although the fourteen-year-old Napoleon seemed immature, his inherent arrogance had already begun to show.

Just by standing there, Napoleon gave people a sense of oppression that ordinary people could not look directly at.

Napoleon looked around!

Something unexpected!

Is this scene really set for a duel?

Why does it feel more like an outing?

The onlookers began to spread out carpets and put out delicious food.

It's like going on a picnic and doing business?

Napoleon was really unsure.

It's a bit weird!

Where is the real owner?

Napoleon looked around the room.

The ship slowly docked at the port.

Napoleon jumped off the bow.

"Where's Whitebeard II?"

Napoleon asked, looking around the room.

The sound was not loud, but it was heard by people around.

Upon hearing this, the people around looked towards the depths of the island!

Napoleon looked into the distance, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. At the same time, his observation domineering was activated, and his powerful perception spread rapidly like ripples.

In an instant, his observation Haki covered half of the island.

At this moment, he noticed two figures, one big and one small, walking towards the port inside the island.

Not long after, Napoleon finally met the people he had been waiting for - Bakingum Stussy and Edward Wimble.

Bakingom Stussy was glittering with jewels all over her body, and each piece of jewels was sparkling brightly. Each piece was priceless and luxurious.

However, the piles of wrinkles on her face are daunting, as if the traces of time are deeply engraved on her face.

This old face was covered with thick foundation, which made the originally pale skin look abnormally white, but also looked unnatural and gloomy.

Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick, which contrasted sharply with her pale face, giving people a weird and disgusting feeling.

Her overall image is creepy, like a monster eroded by time.

As for Weeble next to him, although he had a silly look on his face and stood behind Bakin with a knife in his hand, he looked harmless, but Napoleon could clearly feel the terrifying aura emanating from him.

This aura made Napoleon's heart sink: "Oops! It seems I chose the wrong opponent!"

Napoleon was secretly frightened. The looming aura of Wilbur was like a sleeping beast, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

This feeling reminded Napoleon of his father, who was also so frightening when he inadvertently revealed that beast-like aura.

However, compared to his father, Weibull's momentum was much weaker, but it still made Napoleon feel more pressured.

Napoleon realized that this seemingly stupid guy was actually a formidable opponent.

His expression turned serious and he stared at Wilbur warily, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

And when Bakingum Stussy and Edward Weeble appeared.

All eyes present, including those of the video-denden mushi, were directed at the two.

puff!

at the same time!

Charlotte of the New World.

Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man of Paradise.

Charlotte Lingling.

Shaqi of the Sabaody Archipelago.

They all spat out the wine in their mouths!

"Is this guy Bajin?"

As the remnants of the Rocks Pirates.

I am naturally familiar with Bakin.

Even for Charlotte, Bakin had saved him.

He fought with Zefa for three days and three nights, and was unconscious and covered with wounds.

It was Bakin who treated Charlotte.

The other remnants of Rocks, especially Whitebeard, were almost shocked to death.

Many crew members of the Whitebeard Pirates looked at Father Whitebeard.

There was a questioning look in his eyes.

This almost made Whitebeard lose face.

Marco turned his eyes away from his father and looked at Edward Weible in the picture.

"Dad, is that guy really your son?"

Marco asked cautiously.

Marco's words also attracted others.

They all looked at the old man with white beard with questioning eyes.

I felt a little uneasy inside.

Upon hearing this, Whitebeard's expression turned serious.

"I don't have a son. Or rather, my sons will always be you. He is not your brother!"

Whitebeard said in a deep voice.

"That……!"

Marco was interrupted by Whitebeard before he could finish.

"Bakin and I were once in the same boat, but he is not my son!"

Whitebeard obviously didn't want to say anything more.

Or rather, it's a bit embarrassing to talk about it!

Seeing this, Marco didn't say anything more.

And in the picture!

"Hahahahahaha, Napoleon, Charlotte's grandson, how is your grandfather? It's been more than 30 years since we last met. I didn't expect that your grandson has grown up so big."

Bakin covered her bright red little mouth and asked Napoleon with a smile in her eyes.

Her voice was very old.

However, her movements were in stark contrast to her voice.

I saw her covering her mouth with her hands, like a shy girl.

But in fact, her face was covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, as if it had been ruthlessly carved by time.

The wrinkles crisscrossed each other, making her face look somewhat distorted and weird.

Especially her bright red lips, which look abrupt and out of place.

What's even more disgusting is that her movements, combined with her wrinkled face, give people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

Her body was trembling slightly, and every tremor caused the loose skin and wrinkles to move, making a rustling sound.

Many people around suddenly turned their backs.

"vomit!"

The sound of vomiting was heard!

Many men vomited.

They bent over and tried desperately to vomit the contents of their stomachs.

Charlotte also turned away with a stiff expression, not wanting to see the face full of wrinkles.

Napoleon even tried hard to keep his eyes closed and forced himself not to look away.

He forced a smile on his face and tried to remain calm.

Just wanted to say something.

However, when he saw Bajin's trembling smile, his wrinkled face squeezed together and actually squeezed out a soybean-sized lump of powder.

"vomit!"

Napoleon couldn't bear it any longer and turned around with his stomach churning.

He bent over, supported his knees with his hands, and gasped for breath.

His face became extremely ugly, his lips turned pale, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

This was really the first time he had seen such a disgusting person.

Forgive minors who have just entered the sea.

He seemed very immature when he stepped into the sea for the first time.

Bakingom Stussy's expression suddenly changed.

"Why? Do you think I am so disappointed? You are so impolite, you should call me Grandma Bajin according to seniority!"

Bakin looked at Napoleon gloomily.

It was as if he wanted to fight if they had a disagreement.

Napoleon tried to keep his face pale.

I didn't expect that I would be injured before the fight even started.

The suffering was severe mental damage.

Napoleon simply didn't know what to say.

The people around were also frightened by Bajin.

The power of this old woman made the young man Napoleon weak.

This is a shame!