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Otherwise, he wouldn't have served as the captain. And now this guy had also learned Samuel’s own secret book. His ability would only be stronger in the future. It was naturally best for Samuel to take him as his own. At the very least, Samuel could not only lose a huge threat, but also have a powerful arm. No matter what the deal was, it was not a loss. Thinking of this, Samuel got up directly and reached out his right hand to Haijin. "Welcome to the Polar Bear Army." The captain of the second team Haijin was just about to shake hands with Samuel when the old man hurriedly pulled Samuel’s hand back and quietly spoke.

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

He was poised low on the ground, ever ready to strike with his shinobuken held horizontally in front of him, his left hand behind. “Were we in a trainin’ dojo where ye’ve been raised,” the captain said, “no one would claim victory… BUT HITHER IS NOT A DOJO!” Captain Fang thrust his amputated right arm and released the harpoon on the end of it. As a matter of fact, Sasha had earlier grabbed a handful of salt when he tumbled forward across a drying pan. Now he swung his left hand from behind him and flung the salt to the captain’s eyes like a sumo wrestler purifying the ring.

Aulia nodded her head once Hisoka glanced at her, requesting her permission as well. “Great.” Hisoka intertwined his fingers together, placed his elbows on the table, and propped his chin on the intertwined fingers. “This man, next to me, is one of the Mandrill Monkeys or so-called Mandrill. His code name is Captain, coincidentally the captain of the group.” Captain shot up and slightly tilted his body forward. “The name is Captain, one of the Mandrills and also the leader. I humbly greet all of you.”

CAPO: Hello, my Rook. A manly, powerful voice came from the other side. Capo, the name himself, sent shivers. He is in his early sixties, running his cartel all over in the States. Aslan and Sarah are his children. But this old lion has his own history of becoming the most dangerous man in the country. And Samson was in his right hand. SAMSON: We finished the target. Samson knew the next word coming from him would drain his argument. Capo sucked a long puff of his King of Denmark Cigar and released the smoke. With patience, he took a sip of his single malt whiskey as Samson could hear ice cubes incorporated in that golden liquid.

he said making kashvi's head fire in anger. She looked at him with angry narrowed eyes to which he kissed in the air in her direction to annoy her more. . . . Kashvi's Pov.:- He carried me in his arms and my eyes went on his bandage. " Doesn't he feel hurt in carrying me? what is he a superman? " my head thought. however, seems like I said it aloud because he replied " no I am not superman because it hurts but not more than the happiness I felt by carrying you in my hold "

That day, I soon realized that the organization used Dementia to clear my name from the list of warriors. Dementia quickly unleashed his awakened form, but I do not fear him at all. Instead, I saw him as an obstacle that need to be overcome. So, I charged at him with all my strength. Our fight is fair, I carefully evade all his attacks. But, his ability is what gained him upper hand. He can produced multiple mirage which lessen my speed a little.

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“The same excuse. Just for a few months, and then we are done. Besides, I already need all those fans off my back. If they find out that I am with someone already, they'll back off.” I put my hands over my face and screamed as much as I could. This is just too much, everything is so overbearing. “This wasn't the plan.” “Plans change. I'll pay you if you want.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Keep your money. Fine…but no more surprises.” “Yes, ma'am.” “And before you make any hasty decisions like that, you ask me first.” “Yes, ma'am.” “And we should definitely sign a contract. Only what is stated in that contract shall we abide by… got it, Captain?”

"I didn't realize you could hear." "I couldn't hear words. Just tone. You sounded like you were having an actual conversation instead of a captain-winger conversation." "There's a difference?" "Huge difference," Reyes said. "I've had both kinds with him. Trust me, there's a difference." "What kind did you have?" "The captain-winger kind. Mostly. A little of the other kind too, now and then, when he decides to be human about something." He shrugged. "You get the other kind a lot more often than the rest of us. Just an observation."