Conflict

"Me?"

Tesoro was stunned.

"Hahahahaha!"

After that, he burst into laughter. Tesoro laughed so hard that he couldn't stand straight. He held his stomach and looked like he was in great pain.

"Me? Hahahahaha!"

"Vlad, you're really interesting!"

Vlad laughed so hard that tears flowed out of his eyes.

"Come, tell me," Tesoro finally stopped laughing and whispered, "Vlad, tell me, why do you think I will cooperate with you?"

"Why do you think I will cooperate with a stray dog with nothing? Vlad, come, come, come, let the wise you tell me! Why do you think I will cooperate with you?"

"You seem to look down on me from the beginning?" Vlad was not angry. This was not a big deal.

"No, no, no," "It was not at the beginning. It was after you left Big mom. When you were still a member of the Charlotte Family, I still attached great importance to you. After all, the cooperation with you at that time brought me a lot of benefits."

"However, what qualifications do you have for me to pay attention to you now?" "You have already lost everything. What else is there for me to pay attention to?"

"There is,"

Vlad smiled. "There is, there is. I still have something worthy of your attention, no, something that is worthy of your fear."

"Fear?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Tesoro roared with laughter. "What nonsense are you saying? Vlad, do you think you can make me submit with your strength?"

"I know that you defeated one of the four stars of dessert when you fled the Charlotte Family. Eh, no, you are now a three star. Do you think such a record can make me fear?"

"No, Tesoro, I am not talking about this." "Strength is important, but I don't think I am strong enough to make a man like you fear with my own strength."

"So, what do you have to rely on?" Tesoro felt a little uneasy.

"Tesoro," Vlad leaned against the soft sofa and said, "Have you heard of the Fishman Pirates?"

"Fishman Pirates?" Tesoro was a little puzzled. Why did they suddenly talk about the Fishman Pirates?

"Yes, the Fishman Pirate. The Fishman Pirate, one of the seven Shichibukai, are not some unknown small force. I think an underground tycoon like Tesoro has heard of them, right?" Vlad whispered.

"Of course, I have heard of it. They are not a small character. I know this information very well." Tesoro didn't know what Vlad was trying to do, but he still replied.

"Then you must know what characteristics the Fishman Pirates have!"

"Characteristics?"

"That's right, the characteristics of the Fishman Pirates." Vlad whispered.

"You mean," Tesoro suddenly felt a chill in his heart and softly replied, "Are you saying that every member of the Fishman Pirates have a sun tattoo?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Vlad repeatedly said, "This is it, this is it!"

"So what?" Tesoro could not understand. "What's so great about that?"

"Yes!"

Vlad said softly, "This Sun Tattoo is not simple."

"What do you mean?" Tesoro asked doubtfully.

"Tesoro, you must know very well about how Fisher Tiger climbed up the Redline and rushed into Mariejois and liberated slaves, right?" Vlad gently glanced at Tesoro and said softly.

"Ah,"

"Of course I know. It was a world-shaking event back then. I'm afraid not many people don't know about it! Back then, when this matter was revealed, it scared a lot of people."

"No one would have thought that there would be people in the world who would dare to challenge the authority of the world government and show their claws and teeth to the Celestial Dragons."

"That's right, it's this," Vlad continued, "You know, the Celestial Dragons are used to covering their belongings. It's called, called, oh, what was it called again?"

"Eh, what was it called again? Tesoro, I suddenly can't remember." Vlad chuckled.

"Hoof of the Flying Dragon!!" Tesoro gritted his teeth as he spat out these words.

"Yes, yes, that's right. Hoof of the Flying Dragon." Vlad continued to tell stories. "But you probably don't know. Back then, Tiger was very distressed to settle those slaves, especially the Fishman slaves. They were his own kin and couldn't ignore them like the slaves of other races."

"What do you mean?" Tesoro doesnt understand what Vlad was talking about.

"Let me finish," Vlad was a little dissatisfied. "After all, these marks are too obvious. Anyone with a bit of knowledge will recognize them as the former slaves of the Celestial Dragons. So, what should we do? How should we cover up this scar?"

Tesoro's eyes were a little erratic. Vlad's words had a great impact on him.

In the end, Tyger came up with a solution. Since the imprint couldn't be removed, he might as well add a stamp on its foundation to cover up this ugly imprint.

"Thus, the Fishman pirates were born, and so, the Sun Mark was born." Vlad ended his storytelling mode.

"I see." Tesoro looked very calm. "So there is such a story about the sun mark of the Fishman Pirates."

"This is a big business opportunity. Even if the Celestial Dragons don't want their slaves, they are not willing to let them get freedom. Is that what you think?"

Vlad chuckled, "Correct!"

"That's right," Tesoro laughed, "This information is very valuable, but if you think that you can make me agree to cooperate with you, then you are too naive."

"What are you thinking about?" Vlad looked a little surprised. "What nonsense are you saying? Didn't I say it before? I will make you afraid."

"Fear?" The uneasiness in Tesoro's heart grew more and more obvious. "With just you?"

"Of course not," Vlad smiled. "It's unrealistic for a man like you to be afraid of me with my power."

"Then what do you mean?" Tesoro said in a deep voice.

"Of course I'm not the one who will make you afraid," Vlad said softly, "Aren't you afraid of the Celestial Dragons?"

"Swoosh!"

The surrounding environment instantly underwent a great change. Everything had turned gold in an instant. Countless golden tentacles and spikes emerged from all directions, pointing directly at Vlad who was sitting on the sofa.

"Oh," Vlad had no intention of moving. He sighed softly, "Awakening? You're going all out right from the start."

"Tell me, Vlad."

Tesoro's expression was extremely malevolent, as if he wanted to swallow someone up. "What exactly do you know?"