Late at night in Arabasta, Crocodile was lounging in his office, taking a drag of his cigar with half-closed eyes. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, the room was filled with the aroma of tobacco.

Despite appearing calm, he was drained both mentally and physically due to the constant dealings with oblivious individuals. However, his tranquility was abruptly disrupted by an unexpected knock on his office door.

“Come in”

His gravelly voice echoed as he inhaled, squinting his eyes in exhaustion.