Morning light dawned.
Dawn pierced the darkness.
Illuminating countless mountains and rivers.
Alabasta's arid city of Erumalu, Spider Cafe.
"Everyone should be arriving soon, but what exactly is going on this ti? First that heavy rain, then the elusive boss issued a full-mber summons. This ti, I guess he's going to announce sothing big."
The owner of Spider Cafe, an elegant woman wearing a white and green pirate bandana, wiped a coffee cup and murmured softly.
'Ding-a-ling~'
The cafe door opened.
A tall, taciturn man with a dachshund squeezed into the shop.
Behind him followed a heavily made-up old woman.
"Mr. 4, it's all your fault for being so clumsy, my old back... it hurts... it hurts, hurts, hurts!"
Baroque Works' senior agent, the mole woman Miss rry Christmas Drophy, complained unhappily.
"I... I'm sorry!"
The tall Mr. 4 Beb took a mont to blush, apologizing in a low, humble voice.
"Oh hahahaha"
Just then, a dramatic laugh rang out.
A black-skinned man with an afro coolly picked his nose and pushed the door open.
Closely following him was a beautiful young girl in a lemon-patterned short dress, floating lightly into the shop.
"Quickly make way for , rude woman and disgusting booger man, don't block my way~"
Baroque Works' senior agent, the tough okama Mr. 2 Bon Clay, code-nad Mr. 2, entered with ballet steps, circling around.
"Oh my, oh my, Mr. 2, your dance is as disgusting as ever."
A skinny man with a large '3' shaped hairstyle on his head elegantly held a teacup and spoke mockingly.
Beside him was a loli who looked about ten years old, carrying a drawing board and so paints on her back.
Although she looked like a loli, her presence here already indicated her status.
She was also one of Baroque Works' senior agents, a natural psychic, code-nad Miss Goldenweek.
"What did you say? Mr. 3, my swan dance is the best in the world!"
Mr. 2 Bon Clay retorted angrily.
"Are you mocking by showing off your waist flexibility in front of this old hag? You stinky okama!"
Miss rry Christmas chattered incessantly like popping beans.
"Old hag, shut up quickly, listening to your voice is annoying!"
Miss Valentine scolded.
For a mont, the elegant cafe seed to turn into a bustling market.
"Well, well, stop arguing, since everyone's here, why don't we first talk about your thoughts on yesterday's rain?"
Paula, the cafe owner, diated.
Upon hearing this.
All the Baroque Works senior agents fell silent.
When they heard it rained in Alabasta yesterday, they were also stunned.
Although they didn't know who the boss was, they could probably guess.
Alabasta's years of drought were probably related to their plan.
But now...
The plan they had painstakingly prepared for three years suddenly went down the drain.
One rain extinguished all their efforts of three years.
Who could possibly stand that!
When we get there, I must ask that so-called boss what exactly is going on?"
The mole woman Drophy spoke the thoughts of all the senior agents present.
Ding~
Dong~
The eight o'clock morning bell rang.
The cafe door opened again.
A tall, green-skinned man dressed as a monk appeared.
He was the last senior agent of Baroque Works, the West Blue bounty hunter Mr. 1 Daz Bones.
'Clap clap'
Paula, the cafe owner, clapped her hands, then took off her glasses and untied her hair.
"Since everyone is here, let's depart now for that dream city! The man we haven't t yet, whom we call the boss, is waiting for us!"
...
Eight o'clock in the evening.
The amphibious transport turtle, Binji, arrived at the dream city of Rainbase.
It carried the Baroque Works senior agents directly to the underground of the Rainbase casino in the pyramid.
In the middle of the spacious underground eting room was a conference table made of precious wood.
The marble floor was covered with a layer of expensive fur rugs, extrely luxurious.
Exquisite light fixtures hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire eting room as bright as day.
"The boss will be here soon, everyone please have your al first!"
The tall and elegant Nico Robin smiled, inviting the senior agents to take their seats.
"Miss All Sunday, there's no need to keep us in suspense now!"
Miss Valentine pouted, looking at Robin, who surpassed her in both looks and figure, with undisguised dissatisfaction.
"Dream City Rainbase! Casino Rain Dinners! Even an idiot like Mr. 4 could guess the answer..."
Miss rry Christmas chattered on.
"Sumimasen, another cup of black tea, and so more rice crackers too!"
Little loli Miss Goldenweek, who had taken her seat early, had already finished a cup of black tea.
"Octopus parfait is truly the best delicacy, another serving, please!"
The tough guy Mr. 2 Bon Clay ate heartily without ceremony.
"Why isn't my favorite lemon cake here? Are you looking down on ? Bastards!"
Miss Valentine yelled rudely.
"Hey, Mr. 5, this is the first and last ti, don't flick your boogers into my cup!"
The elegant Mr. 3 Galdino was enraged.
The large eting room instantly descended into chaos.
At a certain mont.
Whoosh ~
A gust of wind suddenly blew through the sealed underground eting room.
"Hmm!!!"
The taciturn number one assassin Mr. 1 Daz Bones narrowed his eyes, looking towards the head of the conference table.
On the armrest of the originally empty swivel chair, which was facing away from them, two hands were now resting, indicating soone had taken a seat.
"Guhahahaha"
An eerie laugh followed.
The noisy eting room instantly fell silent.
All the senior agents stopped their antics, their gazes fixed on one spot.
"Nice to et you, my senior agents. As for my identity, I believe there's no need for further introduction. Let's get straight to the point..."
The swivel chair turned, and Shichibukai Crocodile grinned, appearing completely unmasked before everyone.
"The Utopia Plan, let the curtain rise now!!!"
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