Chapter 117: A Call from Sand Crocodile

In just three short minutes, Mr. 3, through his own firsthand experience, finally understood the true meaning behind the title "Devil Colonel."

Facing Luo Lan, he was utterly hopeless—not only in terms of strength but also psychologically.

Such overwhelming power, combined with a devilish, twisted mind—if this isn't the devil, then what is?

At this moment, Mr. 3 forgot how he had once tormented ordinary people.

"Isn't cat and mouse a rather interesting game?" Luo Lan chuckled lightly.

Mr. 3 fell into silence. A profound sense of helplessness shattered his anger completely.

He was not like Luo Lan; he lacked Luo Lan’s unwavering conviction, and more importantly, he did not possess the will to protect that conviction.

When Luo Lan faced Tuqi, aside from the aid provided by his various demonic forms, it was his refusal to give up and his determination not to lose that sustained him.

That was why he could persist all the way through, eventually turning the tide with the help of the experience card.

Mr. 3 was different. Although he harbored the desire to protect Golden Week, this thought was shallow and lacked depth.

In his battle with Luo Lan, he primarily sought to escape rather than engage head-on.

These fundamental differences destined him to be no match for Luo Lan. Even if their powers were comparable, defeat was inevitable.

“I can give you some intelligence. I don’t ask for mercy, only that you let her enter prison alive. How about it?” Mr. 3 suddenly pointed at Golden Week and said.

“Intelligence? Go on,” Luo Lan said, curious. What kind of intelligence could Mr. 3 possibly offer?

Judging by the current state of the world, it seemed that a storyline was unfolding in Alabasta.

But since he hadn’t encountered Vivi, he couldn’t get involved—not only was there no proof, but there was also a Shichibukai there, ostensibly an ally of the Navy, making it unwise for him to act.

If Mr. 3’s intelligence pertained to that, then perhaps he might spare them, simply capturing them and bringing them back to headquarters to settle matters.

“Captain Blue Oni Eastley and Red Oni Broggy, of the Giant Pirates who roamed the seas a hundred years ago—they are both on this island right now. Each carries a bounty of 100 million.” Mr. 3 pointed toward the island, flattering him.

“Blue Oni Eastley?”

“Red Oni Broggy?”

Luo Lan burst out laughing.

He had expected something more significant, but this was all?

If he wanted to kill these two, a little thought would make it easy.

But at the same time, he would offend the entire Elbaf.

After all, even after a hundred years, the two giants on Judicial Island still remembered them, not to mention the others in Elbaf.

If he were alone, or if he were a pirate, he wouldn’t care about Elbaf at all.

But now, his plan was to change the world. How could he afford to offend the world’s strongest nation?

Moreover, he still wanted to learn from the military power of Elbaf.

Luo Lan’s reaction left Mr. 3 stunned.

What was going on?

Had he said something wrong?

Why did the Devil Colonel seem to be mocking him?

“Forgot to tell you, your plan against them has already been thwarted by me.”

“It was also because of the lackeys you sent out that I was able to trace back to you.”

“So, if this intelligence is all you have, it’s not enough to save your lives.”

Luo Lan rarely explained himself so thoroughly.

“What a bunch of useless fools.”

The resentment in Mr. 3’s eyes flickered and vanished swiftly. After cursing under his breath, he lowered his head and stood obediently before Luo Lan, not daring to move recklessly.

If those fools hadn’t caused the mission to fail, none of this would have happened. He might still be lying comfortably in his candle-lit room, sipping coffee, with no need to grovel like this.

Yet from the exchange, Mr. 3 hadn’t gained nothing.

At least he now knew that if he could provide solid intelligence, perhaps neither he nor Golden Week would have to die here.

But what other intelligence could he possibly offer?

“Brr-brr-brr-brr, brr-brr-brr-brr...”

Just as Mr. 3 pondered how to save his own life, a Den Den Mushi’s ringtone broke the rare silence from the candle house, where only the lower half of its body remained.

“Damn...”

Hearing the call, Mr. 3’s face suddenly turned pale, blotched with patches of green and white.

He sneaked a glance at Luo Lan, who had also turned his attention to the Den Den Mushi, and his mood worsened.

Because he knew who was calling.

That mysterious big boss—only he would use this phone.

Compared to Luo Lan, Mr. 3 found his own boss far more terrifying.

So when thinking about how to survive, he never once considered exposing his boss.

“What’s wrong? The phone’s ringing, aren’t you going to answer it?” Luo Lan teased, glancing at Mr. 3 before fixing his gaze on the distant Den Den Mushi.

“I...”

Mr. 3 hesitated, glanced at the unconscious Golden Week, then bit his lip and slowly walked over.

The boss was indeed fearsome, but the Devil Luo Lan was right beside him.

If he didn’t answer the call, he’d surely die here with no future.

Picking up the Den Den Mushi, Mr. 3 glanced at the closely following Luo Lan, steadied himself, and said, “Hello, boss.”

“Mr. 3, no matter what you’re doing or where you are, come to Alabasta immediately. I have a new mission for you.” The voice on the other end was low, commanding, leaving no room for refusal.

“Boss, Alabasta, huh? When we arrive, how should we contact you?” Mr. 3 tried to steady his nerves and asked.

“When you get there, you’ll find members of Baroque Works waiting for you.”

With those words, the call ended with a click.

“Colonel Luo Lan, will this intelligence save our lives?” Mr. 3 flattered, putting down the phone.

Luo Lan nodded, reached out, and grabbed Mr. 3, bringing him to Golden Week’s side.

“Alabasta and Baroque Works? Now that’s truly interesting.”

“Since I promised not to harm you anymore, just come along peacefully.”

“By the way, how long does the magnetic storage on this island take? Before returning to Navy headquarters, I need to make a stop at the Drum Kingdom.”

“Magnetic storage on this island? Doesn’t your ship’s navigator know this? It takes a full year to fully charge the magnetic power of this island. If you plan to use the Log Pose to get to Drum Kingdom, it’s impossible at this point.”

Mr. 3 picked up Golden Week and explained.

“A year?”

Hearing this, Luo Lan’s expression changed drastically, staring at Mr. 3 in shock.

Damn, how could he have forgotten something so crucial?

If it takes a year to charge the magnetic power, he might as well let Nami take a chance and use the pointers from Sabaody Archipelago to chart a course to Drum Island.

A year is time enough for that guy on the ship to die a hundred times over.

But while Luo Lan was stunned, Mr. 3 slowly pulled something from his pocket.

“But if your destination is the Drum Kingdom, I happen to have a permanent Log Pose for Drum Island. It can take you directly to the Drum Kingdom.”

“I originally planned to eliminate those two giants first, then go to Drum Kingdom to rest before using the Log Pose to travel to other islands and collect bounties.”

“But now, it seems this plan is impossible. I’ll give you this pointer. If possible, I hope you can arrange for the ship’s doctor to examine Golden Week.”