After disposing of a dirty client, along with a group of loan sharks who had finally worn through Crocodile’s paper-thin patience, he pocketed his gun. Nobody would cross Crocodile and live to tell the tale.

“Get rid of the body. If it’s in the news, you’ll be in the obituary next,” Crocodile threatened, his eyes harsh as his gaze raked over his employees. If he could even call them that.

His phone buzzed. Crocodile took his phone and looked at it before answering. In a flash, the harsh monster that had taken the lives of many was turned into a calm and collected man. His voice was soft as he spoke.

“Yes, dear?”