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“Those gazes, and the gazes of the two people we are fighting, are essentially the same.”
Vionilet has been through so much in her life, her perception of danger is beyond what most people can imagine.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to continue operating in this world as a member of the Kurdish bandits.
"I'm not going to be like those other two idiots, who easily fell into the hands of the Hunter Association just because they caught a two-headed wolf."
Vionilet's tone was full of disdain and sarcasm.
"A guy who can't even catch a two-headed wolf, let alone two people working together, is utterly useless."
Back here, the [Space Worm] Ironjaw nodded in agreement:
"I wasn't really in favor of it in the first place; such an idiot joining us~~~"
"Aside from only tarnishing our reputation as the 'Kude Bandits,' I don't see anything particularly impressive or useful about it."
Clearly, both Vionelette and Ironjaw were quite unhappy with the two idiots who had been defeated in the Dallas Wild Forest Park.
They also did not consider themselves to be members of the "Kurd bandits".
The presence of those two guys completely lowered their standards and tarnished the reputation of their gang!
You can't say that!
From another corner of the room came a slightly frivolous voice:
"Every team still needs a cleaner to sweep up the trash and do odd jobs."
"Their role is also indispensable."
The sarcastic and undisguised mockery was all too obvious.
"However, let's talk about that... Phantom Troupe you encountered before~"
His flippant tone revealed a casualness: "How strong are they?"
“Pretty good.”
Vionilet, however, was quite impressed: "Someone who's bigger and stronger than Ironjaw, and can even beat Ironjaw..."
"I'm not good at strength-based attacks!!"
Iron Jaw forcefully interrupted, trying to save face for himself.
Yes, yes, yes, even someone who isn't strong enough tries to fight head-on, only to get beaten back and cough up blood.
Vionilet pursed her lips, ultimately deciding not to undermine her colleague.
Ironjaw is different from those two good-for-nothings who fell; his abilities are extremely useful.
The reason their group was able to evacuate so easily and safely was largely due to Ironjaw's special abilities.
"The other one is a knife user. You can tell he's very good with a knife and has excellent observation skills."
Vionilet continued, "At least, they can easily see through my silk thread transformations."
"The key point is... they are all very young."
"Oh? There are such outstanding talents?"
The flippant tone now turned into one of interest.
As long as someone is young, they are just a prospect in their eyes.
"So your idea is..."
From the corner of the room, that muffled sound rang out again.
"I think highly of them and want to recruit them to join us."
Vionilet stated frankly, "But clearly, they didn't have that idea, and their purpose was quite clear."
"They came specifically for us."
"Ha, there are a lot of people coming for us now. Which group are they from?"
The flippant voice was filled with indifference.
"But since you've chosen to oppose us and rejected your invitation, there's nothing more to say."
"The next time we meet, to show my appreciation for their courage to challenge us, I will personally see them off."
This isn't just boasting; it's the confidence that comes with the "Kurdish Bandits" group!
You should know that they are one of the world's top criminal gangs, and there are countless people in the world who want them dead.
Even the Hunter Association has had many professional bounty hunters targeting them.
But they're still living just as well, still living such carefree lives.
That Phantom Troupe that suddenly appeared, which I'd never even heard of before.
The members are probably all quite young, and it's likely because of some of the things they did in the past, the people they killed...
They came specifically to seek revenge.
"Those guys who have a little talent but think they're all that, and can't wait to come looking for trouble..."
A flippant voice chuckled, "I've encountered far more than that."
"But in the end, the only ones who can drink and sing here are us."
As he spoke, the owner of the voice seemed to pick up a bottle of wine and start gulping it down.
The muffled voice in the corner of the room remained silent.
He shared the same view as the owner of that frivolous voice.
Vionilet and Ironjaw both escaped unscathed, with Ironjaw sustaining only minor injuries.
However, considering what he mentioned, the other party is someone who excels in strength.
That would mean he's an Enhancement-type Devil Fruit user focused on offense and destructive power, and a muscle-bound guy whose mind is all about muscles~~~
Such forces are actually the easiest to deal with.
It's perfectly understandable that they don't care.
As mentioned at the beginning, there are plenty of people in this world who have their eyes on their heads, so who do those Phantom Troupe guys even come from?!
"By the way, where's the boss? Hasn't he come back yet?"
Vionilet looked around before asking the usual question.
"The boss has gone to meditate and practice again~~~"
A flippant voice hiccuped, "You all know his schedule. He just went out a short while ago and won't be back for a while."
Ironjaw and Vionilet nodded together.
"Although I don't take those guys seriously, it's hard to go back to the casino after all that chaos..."
The owner of the flippant voice had just thought of a rather thorny problem.
"Doesn't this go against our plan?!"
"But it's hard to find another place as good as the Ambrossa Casino for stealing [feelings]."
"Ordinary small casinos simply can't achieve this effect~3.0~~"
"Yes."
A muffled voice echoed from the corner of the room: "And casinos in other major cities have already blacklisted us."
“As soon as we show our faces, the casinos will ask us to leave in order to ensure the experience of other gamblers.”
"That is to say, Salvatore Maras, one of the 'Ten Elders' here, has a good relationship with our boss; they are sworn brothers."
"Only then can we get into his casino, but right now..."
The commotion tonight was quite loud; even they, sitting in this dimly lit, run-down little bar, could hear it.
Not to mention others, especially those who were there and experienced it firsthand.
And the key point is that those people are not low-ranking or of low status.
“I think that no matter how good the relationship is between that ‘Ten Old Men’ and our boss, it’s impossible for him to let us go to his casino again.”
The flippant voice sighed, "We did indeed disturb their efforts to make money and caused them trouble, so it's understandable~~~"
"But where else can we go if we have such a perfect place to steal?"
Chapter 158 [The Silent One]! [The Stone of Seven Emotions and Six Desires] and [The Reversed Mirror]!
The "Kude Bandits" group, given its name as "bandits," must primarily engage in theft.
However, compared to some of the simplest material things, they tend to be more inclined to originate from the spiritual realm.
"Casinos are where emotions are most easily stirred up."
"Greed, pride, madness, obsession, and the thought of heaven or hell..."
Vionilet let out a soft sigh. "Nothing is easier to collect than the emotional energy that erupts from the casino."
"Moreover, their emotions fluctuate greatly, and these leaps in emotional outbursts are of quite high quality."
Iron Jaw nodded, his voice filled with regret.
"We need to collect enough energy to make the boss's [Seven Emotions and Six Desires Stone] even more powerful..."
The group chatted idly there.
And then, suddenly...
"Someone is coming this way..."
A deep voice suddenly came from the corner of the room: "There are quite a few of them, and they are all experts."
"Um?!!"
The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire room changed instantly.
"Their purpose is very clear; if nothing unexpected happens, they are probably after us."
The deep voice spoke again.
In all 24 games, no one doubted his judgment.
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