Chương 1802: Napoleon vs. Weibull (8)

Weibull (8) Bakin noticed Dawu's gaze and immediately showed a smile that was uglier than crying, which made people feel a little creepy.

"What on earth are these little devils planning? Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?"

Ba Jin muttered to herself, but the smile on her face became more and more stiff.

Seeing this, Dawu quickly turned his head away, trying to get rid of Bakin's ugly face from his mind.

He calmed himself down, then said to Murat, "I think this plan is worth a try, but we still need to think about how to do it in detail."

"Well, I think I can give it a try!"

Nara echoed from the side.

"If we can successfully trick Weevil into coming here, then our Lion Pirates will have another great general! This will definitely be of great help to the Captain's future plans!"

After hearing what Nara said, Murat became more confident. He smiled proudly and said, "That's right, as long as we plan carefully, we will definitely succeed! By then, the strength of our Lion Pirates will definitely be taken to a higher level!"

Davout nodded, agreeing with Murat.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you, big brother! I hope this plan can be implemented smoothly."

Then, the three men turned around in unison and walked straight towards Bakin with firm steps.

Their figures appeared particularly tall in the sunlight, as if carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

When they were about two meters away from Bakin, they suddenly stopped.

Murat looked at Bakin expressionlessly, then pointed his thumb at Weeble, who was still fighting fiercely on the island, and asked coldly, "Old man, is that guy your son?"

Ba Jin was obviously startled by Murat's tone, but she nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, he is my son!"

Seeing this, Murat's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He then asked, "Then can you make him stop?"

Ba Jin quickly waved his hands and explained anxiously: "No problem, Weibull will never disobey my orders!"

Hearing Bakin's answer, a subtle glint flashed in Murat's eyes. After a moment's silence, he suddenly said, "How about letting your son join the Lion Pirates?"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Ba Jin stunned for a moment.

She just opened her mouth, but suddenly something seemed to get in her way, and she was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

She widened her eyes, looking at the hostile gazes of the three men in front of her, and a sense of fear surged in her heart.

In this tense atmosphere, she still tried to calm herself down and said carefully: "I am one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. How can I join you? Otherwise, you can put forward some conditions, and I will definitely meet them!"

Just as Bajin finished speaking, there was a "swish" sound and a white light suddenly flashed.

Then, with a crisp "click" sound, Nara suddenly pulled out the long knife from his waist and chopped it hard on the boat pole behind Bajin's neck with lightning speed.

"Don't be so naive, old man! Do you really think we are discussing this with you in a friendly manner?"

Nara had a fierce look on his face and glared at Bajin viciously, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt and arrogance.

"What qualifications do you have to bargain with us here?"

When Bakin heard Nara's rude words, his face instantly turned very ugly, and his heart was filled with hatred and curses towards Nara and the three people behind him, Murat.

Facing Nara's sharp blade, she did not dare to resist at all and could only suppress her inner dissatisfaction and fear.

Seeing that Bajin had not responded for a long time, Nara was obviously very dissatisfied with her silence.

He thrust the blade in his hand forward, directly against Bakin's fragile neck.

The icy touch, like the chill of death, instantly penetrated Bajin's skin, causing her to shudder all over.

This sudden threat finally brought Bajin back to his senses.

She looked at Nara in front of her in horror, and her originally tense nerves completely collapsed at this moment.

In extreme fear, Bakin suddenly forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and stammered, "No... no problem, no problem! Isn't it just about letting Weeble join you... Of course there's no problem, it's Weeble's honor!"

Bakin's voice was obviously trembling, and her stiff smile made people feel a little funny.

But at this moment, she no longer cared about her image. As long as she could save her life, nothing else mattered.

Seeing Bajin's humble attitude, Nara's anger subsided a little.

He nodded with satisfaction, slowly put away the blade in his hand, and then turned his gaze to Murat on the side, as if waiting for his next instruction.

"Then take action!"

Murat's voice was sonorous and powerful, revealing decisiveness and determination.

Before he finished speaking, he and the other two people, along with Bajin, carefully approached the deserted island.

On the deserted island, Napoleon and Wilbur were fighting fiercely, and every collision between them caused earth-shaking consequences.

These afterwaves were like surging waves, sweeping across the surrounding sea, making the sea surface violent and turbulent.

This deserted island is like an indestructible fortress, standing quietly in the raging sea, as if it is an unsinkable boat.

It withstood the baptism of strong winds and huge waves, but began to crumble in the fierce battle.

Looking down from the sky, several hideous cracks have appeared on this deserted island. These cracks are like spider webs, covering the entire island, as if foreshadowing that it is about to collapse.

"So powerful! The aftermath of the explosion alone is hard for us to resist!"

Murat couldn't help but sigh. The four of them had gone through so much hardship before finally reaching this deserted island.

Murat stared at the thrilling scene in the field, and his yearning for the strong became stronger.

"One day, I will catch up with the captain!"

Murat secretly made a vow in his heart, his eyes fixed on Napoleon, as if he wanted to deeply imprint his every move in his mind.

"Let's go. We can't delay any longer. This island is going to collapse!"

At this moment, Murat suddenly felt the island under his feet shaking violently, and he shouted hurriedly.

After saying that, Murat continued to lead the others, taking firm steps and slowly walking towards the center of the island.

There, the fierce battle between Napoleon and Weibull continues, as if it will never stop.

From a distance, Napoleon and Weeble looked somewhat miserable.