Chapter 15: The Merchant

Night,

Spadar Miles' garbage processing area,

This was the place where Spadar Miles handled waste materials, with numerous factories, docks, towering piles of metal scraps, and a large population of sailors, laborers, and their families living here.

Bang—

"Spare me, I won't do it again!"

The small-time thug on the ground pleaded for mercy while lamenting in his heart.

He had only planned to have a barbecue with a group of buddies and tease some innocent women. It should have been just an ordinary day... But before he could even make a move, he was dragged into an alley and brutally beaten.

Where is justice? Where is the law?

What about the others?

Could someone save him...

"Blame it on your bad luck."

The golden-haired young boy who beat him patted his hands. There was a saying: With a weapon in hand, murderous intent arises.

In Rosinante's past life, encountering this kind of scene where thugs harassed innocent women, the most he would do was secretly call the police. In fact, most people wouldn't even do that.

Once the police were involved, it could lead to giving statements and being considered eyewitnesses.

If these small-time thugs had a bit more connections and managed to obtain their own information, they'd be in serious trouble.

But now it was different. After cRosinanteng over, he had no companions, no restrictions. He could kill, set fires, and act as a righteous outlaw without any taboo. The only thing that could restrain Rosinante was his own moral compass.

In terms of strength, after recuperating for a while and learning from Zhiyuan for over ten days, dealing with a few small-time thugs was a piece of cake for Rosinante.

"I need a guide; meeting you must be fate."

"—You wouldn't mind, would you?"

Facing the boy's smiling face, what else could the small-time thug on the ground say?

"I-I don't mind..."

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Spadar Miles' upper town area,

Different from the garbage processing area, which was filled with factories and smoke, this place was surrounded by hills and water. Rows of beautiful trees separated the streets, and exquisite villas dotted the area, where the elite of the small town resided.

"Who are you?"

Facing the intrusion into his own home, the middle-aged businessman Wesk wore an unpleasant expression, especially after seeing the cowering thug behind the intruders.

"Mr. Wesk, I..."

With the front door closed, the small-time thug on the street had an anxious expression, his hands rubbing nervously. He faced this businessman in Spadar Miles, who held quite a bit of power in the town, and had to show deference, mixed with helplessness.

He was just a small-time thug who bullied ordinary people. How could he dare to act presumptuously in front of truly successful businessmen? If the other party mentioned it casually at the mayor's ball, he could end up in jail!

"Mr. Wesk, please don't blame him... Tony."

After closing the door, Rosinante turned to face the frightened maid, the serious-faced businessman, and the young woman who appeared at the top of the stairs.

"I apologize for this unorthodox visit."

"But I have something I want to talk to Mr. Wesk about. Please forgive my impoliteness."

"What do you want to talk about?"

The reason why the powerful Wesk tolerated them wasn't due to Rosinante's smile, but the flintlock pistol in his hand.

"Well, before we begin our conversation..."

With the flintlock pistol in hand, Rosinante pointed it upward and, with a "bang," didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

?!

"Ahhhh~~~" x2

Heart-wrenching screams echoed in the elegantly decorated hall, as if in a duet.

The maid who opened the door, as well as the small-time thug beside Rosinante, were scared stiff and flailed their arms and legs, looking like fish out of water.

CRosinanteng past these two terrified individuals, Rosinante walked up to the composed businessman Wesk, pulled a chair, and sat down, even making a friendly gesture of "please sit" to him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Time passed by, the maid and the small-time thug had long stopped their futile screams. The thug had even tried to crawl toward the door, but with the muzzle of Rosinante's gun pointing his way, he obediently crouched in a corner, acting as a background.

"Your Excellency, if I have offended you in any way before, please forgive me."

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Wesk, a successful businessman—and indeed a successful businessman—sat down and nodded slightly to Rosinante.

The fact that Tony obeyed the orders of this young boy indicated that he possessed decent combat skills. Moreover, no one had come to check on them in the past half-day, suggesting that the other party either had significant influence or possessed some unknown power!

Wesk's home was less than a hundred meters away from the police station, making it the second safest area in this small town. If a gunshot like earlier occurred, unless the policemen in the station were all deaf, they should have rushed over to inquire about the situation.

Wesk's judgment mostly focused on the second possibility.

Joke, if the other party had the kind of influence that could make the police station turn a blind eye, wouldn't it be easier for him to go there directly?

Powerful and unknown force...

"We are meeting for the first time,"

Rosinante shook his head and introduced himself openly:

"My name is Rosinante Nandi, just an orphan."

"I came here this time to discuss business with Mr. Wesk."

?

This kind of business where he showed up with a gun, could it be—

"Please rest assured, I am not a pirate, a bandit, or any other wanted criminal."

"The reason I came in this manner is just to demonstrate my strength."

"I see,"

Wesk on the opposite side breathed a sigh of relief, calming down completely. He even ordered the maid, who had crawled up, to prepare two cups of coffee and some sweets to entertain the guests.

"I have witnessed Mr. Rosinante Nandi's strength."

Picking up the coffee, the businessman took a sip.

In this world of violence, the act of shooting and killing was nothing out of the ordinary. If someone could become a "successful businessman," they would naturally not be easily frightened by a gunshot.

"I don't know what type of 'business' Mr. Rosinante has in mind?"

Counterfeiting, arms dealing, slave trade, or...

"Don't misunderstand, it's ore."

Rosinante earnestly introduced to the other party,

"The ore brought from the Great Line is an extremely scarce resource in the factories of this town."

?

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"In that case, how about arranging it at 12 o'clock tomorrow at Pier No. 3, Mr. Wesk?"

After setting the time and place for "viewing the goods," Rosinante stood up and politely nodded to Wesk.

"I apologize for the intrusion and allow me to take my leave first. I need to go back and inform my brothers of the results of the negotiation."

As Rosinante got up and left, the small-time thug, who had been serving as a background figure in the corner, immediately fled, rolling and crawling away. A woman descended from the second floor and anxiously held the hand of the glasses-wearing businessman.

"My dear, should I have Sophie (the maid) inform the police station?"

"No need,"

Shaking his head lightly, he stopped his wife's attempt to "call the police." The businessman walked to the window and watched Rosinante's figure rapidly disappear into the shadows of the surrounding buildings.

"This Mr. Rosinante Nandi is quite formidable,"

Speaking clearly and methodically, acting systematically, he wasn't the kind of "puppet" pushed to the forefront. During their conversation, businessman Wesk testily brought up some inconspicuous conditions, and the other party gave a thoughtful answer without hesitation.

Courage and strategy, this person was destined to be a great figure in the future!

"Worthy of making connections."

This was the businessman's evaluation of Rosinante.

As for someone who had broken into his home with a gun, Wesk was initially irritated, but later, he seriously considered various aspects of cooperation.

Doing business required some ups and downs.

Even in Rosinante's peaceful past life, the Morgan conglomerate had its army, and DuPont had expertise in demolitions. When dealing with competitors, large corporations always employed various strategies outside the norm, let alone in the world of One Piece, which was several times more "free" than America!

"His strength has been demonstrated; now it's time for me to show my connections."

Pushing up his golden glasses, Wesk decided to go to Pier No. 3 tomorrow to see the goods and also let the other party see his own strength.

In business, you naturally had to flex your muscles.

After evaluating each other's strength, they could decide on a 50-50 split, a 70-30 split, or even a 0-100 split...

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