Thousands of news birds were released into the sky, covered in the dawn sunlight, and the dim sky added a lot of vitality. In the area No. 13, an old man with a long white and curved eyes, with a straight scar on his right eye did not sleep all night, looking at the news bird that had taken off through the window.

The old man silently finished the drink in the glass and sighed: "This sea is not calm again. I didn't expect that even the young man who is so popular with Hawkeye was defeated. It's incredible... The sky-high bar, maybe you can really go and have a drink when you have time."

It usually takes several days for newsbirds to broadcast information around the world, but for major forces, how could a place like the Shambodian Islands not arrange a few chess pieces? It was reported to the leaders of all forces by phone bugs late at night.

All speculations disappeared, and it was suspected to be a great swordsman? Its strength is comparable to Hawkeye? When the question mark was removed and turned into a positive sentence, the world's eyes were truly focused on the Shambodia Islands. Only then did someone really pay attention to the third rule of the sky-high bar.

The sun slowly rose, and more than a dozen people had gathered in front of the sky-high bar. They were spies from many major forces without exception. They were not at the same level as the group of people who came to the bar to inquire about information before, but the most eye-catching thing was Hawkeye, who had already changed into casual clothes. Even Hawkeye's indifferent personality made her face flushed, but he kept silent and no one dared to talk to her.

Yang Cong, who was yawning, gently pushed open the bar door and saw an ice-faced Hawkeye standing in front of the door with her chest in her arms. Yang Cong nodded with satisfaction and looked at the dozen people standing outside. After thinking about how many points they could earn today, he calmly ordered Hawkeye in a surprised gaze: "You first receive guests at the door, and then help Moni deliver drinks."

"Cough cough!" A few people with poor psychological ability and coughed violently. The world's largest swordsman actually became a waiter? Looking at the eyes of the hawks, many people hesitated and dared not enter. However, after thinking about the orders sent by the organization, they bravely walked towards the door as if they were to die.

"Welcome." The words as cold as the valley bottom, Hawkeye reached out to put his hand on his chest, nominally bowing, but in fact it was more like nodding, with a expressionless face, and somehow he could hear a bit of threat in his tone.

"Guru..." The guests who came and went quickly lowered their heads and hurried into the bar, not daring to look at those eyes, but I don't know if my inner thoughts were at work. It felt really good to be served by a successful and famous swordsman.

Yang Cong's job is very simple. After pouring dozens of glasses of spiritual wine, there is nothing he has to do. The guests who come and go, whether they are pirates, pirate hunters, or people from some underground forces, even some black market cadres who are hiding deeply, will salute and greet Yang Cong respectfully.

The entire sea is full of strength. Yang Cong is now almost at the peak of the world. The world's number one swordsman is extremely terrifying. His strength is simply not proportional to his age. He first killed Diamanti and defeated Hawkeye, which was in the limelight.

Yang Cong was not cold and was a guest in the door. He responded gently to these people's luggage greetings, and he did not have the airs of the world's largest swordsman at all. After dealing with these guests, there were no one near the bar. He said it was a bar, but the bar was very quiet. Even talking and talking to each other tried to lower his identity. They had a clear mind on the weight of this bar, and no one would really treat it as a drink and have fun. They looked at each other and didn't know what they were thinking.

"I'm really so calm." Yang Cong smiled and shook his head. He knew what they were thinking. He stretched his waist and lay on the recliner, drinking spiritual wine.

"Your Excellency Yang Cong, I wonder if the third rule in our store is true? You are really sure to implement all your wishes?" A man in a black suit stood up, broke the strange atmosphere, and asked. The voice was not loud but it attracted all the attention almost instantly. His eyes were focused on Yang Cong, including Hawkeye and Moni. They were also confused about the third rule in the bar, and it was really scary to realize everything.

"Of course... achieve everything, oh no, almost everything." Yang Cong said slowly in the tone of Lu Mingze, the middle of the Dragon Clan, frivolous and confident. At least he can do everything in the world of One Piece. If someone says he wants to become the master of the world, he really can't do it.

"Huh..." Yang Cong finished speaking, and everyone present breathed rapidly. The man who asked the question just now was excited for a few seconds and then asked: "Can that make my strength stronger?"

"How strong do you want? Of course, the premise is how much you can afford." Yang Cong smiled slightly and took out the abacus he used to cheat the Warring States last time.

"The price of..." The man was speechless, and then he realized that he was overly excited. After a long time, he spoke bitterly: "What is the price of becoming a strong man like you?"

"I? I advise you not to have this idea." Yang Cong kept smiling: "You don't know how strong I am, right? You should just put your goals smaller, such as white beard, red, and the Warring States people, but since you have asked, I can tell you clearly that if you want to become as strong as me, you will not give me the whole world enough."

"Haha..." A chuckled in the audience. Although it was well concealed, there was a bit of contempt in his eyes, and the whole world was not enough? Such a speech was too exaggerated. In their opinion, this was Yang Cong finding good reasons for what he could not do, and he could not afford to say it. Moreover, from the words just now, he obviously belittled the Marshal and the Four Emperors very much.

Yang Cong lowered his head indifferently and poured himself a glass of spiritual wine. Whether he believed it or not, he told the truth.

"Your Excellency, what I'm teaching." The man's face was a little unnatural, but he still pointed respectfully. There was no doubt that his thoughts were the same as those present, and he could only 'pave the steps' for Yang Cong. Otherwise, what would he do if he was so angry that he killed himself: "I wonder what kind of strength can two good-fast knives be exchanged for."
Chapter completed!