The password to the safe...

Of course Noir didn't have it.

But in the world of pirates, could a safe really keep things safe?

Noir put his hand into the crack of the door, applied a little force, and his whole body turned into fine sand that flowed inside.

Ha!

Who uses the front door after eating devil fruit these days?

Wait!

How was he supposed to take the money out...

...

Meanwhile, Crocodile, who was out hunting for Noir, had no idea that his house was being robbed.

Following the direction given by "Miss. Doublefinger", he quickly followed.

But after running almost halfway across Alabasta, why hadn't he even seen Noir's shadow?

Could it be that he had ascended directly to the sky?

Crocodile's patience was wearing thin. Despite the blazing sun, his aura was cold.

"Damn! Did Miss. Doublefinger lie?"

Finally, Crocodile decided to give up the chase and head back the way he came.

After a long journey, a dusty Crocodile returned to the Spider Cafe.

When he entered the shop, it was deserted.

Crocodile looked around in confusion, a sense of foreboding rising in him.

After some searching, Crocodile ended up in the secret room.

The first thing he saw was Miss. Doublefinger, Paula, lying unconscious on the floor, undressed and looking like she'd been attacked.

The feeling of foreboding grew.

A sympathetic crocodile gently slapped Paula's face.

She awoke in pain, her eyes wide with confusion as she looked at the crocodile.

"Who are you?" Paula asked in confusion, then suddenly covered her chest in terror and screamed.

"Where are my clothes?!"

Crocodile jumped at her high-pitched scream, then grabbed her by the neck and yelled, "I'm Mr. 0! What happened here?!"

With her throat grabbed, Paula's face turned purple. She quickly said, "Boss... that newcomer... knocked me out..."

"He... Noir, turned into me!"

"What?" Crocodile stared at her in shock. Turned into others?

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Wasn't that Mr. 2's Devil Fruit ability?

Wait, could it be!

Crocodile's face turned red. His casino!

Damn Noir!

Crocodile had no time to think about why someone had Mr. 2's ability. He had only one thought in his head now.

To dehydrate the impertinent Kid and throw him into the desert!

Paula, shivering in a corner, felt helpless and pitiful as Crocodile stormed out.

First stripped, then slapped...

Was this Crocodile's twisted act or Noir's depravity?

Meanwhile, in the casino, Noir, who had infiltrated Crocodile's little vault, was thoroughly mesmerized by the treasure.

Enjoying himself, Noir lay in the pile of gold and silver jewelry and threw handfuls of money into the air.

This vault probably held all of the casino's profits.

Besides, Crocodile probably had baroque works that would bring him more money.

Thinking about this, Noir felt a little jealous.

As a Shichibukai, Crocodile must be making a fortune every day.

But there was too much treasure to carry out...

And considering the time, Crocodile should return soon.

Noir, troubled by the room full of gold and berries, tried to pack a large bag, but could only take less than a tenth of it.

Unless...

Noir's eyes brightened and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

Turning back into the domineering CEO Crocodile, Noir placed his hand on the door of the vault room.

"Suna Suna no Mi - Sand Transformation!"

Using the power of Suna Suna no Mi, the door touched by Noir's hand was instantly eroded by sand, creating a large hole.

Noir scoffed.

Who uses doors anymore?

After breaking open the door, Noir called over the person in charge, Fatty.

When Fatty arrived, his whole face was stunned.

Where was the door?

Where was the vault door?

Ignoring his expression, Noir waved him over and whispered in his ear.

Fatty's expression grew more and more shocked as he shouted, "Boss! What... what are you doing?!"

"Shut up!" Noir, pretending to be wild, grabbed his collar and said, "Just do as I say!"

"Yes..."

Fatty, extremely reluctant, ordered his men inside.

Noir then went outside and arrived at the spacious casino hall.

He casually took a glass of red wine from a waiter, cleared his throat, and said, "Everyone, quiet down!"

In this place, Crocodile's reputation as a Shichibukai was still very effective, and the guests stopped what they were doing and looked at him curiously.

Shaking the red wine in a rather pretentious manner, Noir said, "Everyone here is my regular customer. I'm very grateful for your support..."

The guests looked puzzled, wondering why this man was suddenly so polite.

"You're here to gamble, to have fun."

"Money is just a tool. It often limits our enjoyment of the game."

As Noir rambled on, the guests became even more confused.

What did he mean?

Noir smiled slightly, raised his arm and called out:

"Well, as the boss, I have decided today!"

"I'll give you money to play with!"

"Today, all expenses are on me, Crocodile!"

As soon as he said this, the whole place erupted.

"Boss is generous!"

"As expected from a Shichibukai! A great man!"

"He's right! Let's enjoy ourselves!"

The so-called gentlemen instantly turned into sycophants, cheering and praising Noir.

Speaking generously while spending other people's money, Noir didn't feel the slightest pain.

With a wave of his hand, his men immediately began to take bags of treasure from the vault and distribute them.

The guests, turned into ruffians by the wealth, started grabbing money with red eyes.

With money in hand, why bother pretending to be decent? That would be just stupid!

Noir watched the chaotic scene of guests grabbing Berries with satisfaction. This was lively!

Just then, the door was forcefully kicked open.

The real Crocodile, who had hurried back, finally arrived.

As he entered the door, he was almost blinded.

Why did his guests look like that?