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... received a call from Miss. Two Fingers and learned about what happened in the Spider Cafe not long ago...

Haven’t they all been told not to mess with that Blue Star? ! Others obviously didn't intend to pay attention to them, but they stupidly took the initiative to send it to them! And the person taking the lead is Mr.1…

 Crocodile felt like he was holding a mouthful of old blood in his chest, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

Originally, among all the subordinates in ...

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