Capítulo 17: Chapter 17: Tracking
Wine Cup and Bell Inn,
This was a relatively well-decorated hotel located between the garbage disposal area and the trading district.
Pushing open the bathroom door, Rosinante walked out, with a towel wrapped around his waist and a dagger stuck in it. As he dried his hair, he made his way to the living room of the suite.
Inside the suite, Doflamingo was playing with a flintlock pistol in his hand. On the nearby round table, there were numerous dishes of food.
"Why haven't you eaten yet?"
Facing Rosinante's question, Doflamingo tilted his head coolly, wearing his sunglasses.
"I was waiting for you."
What was there to wait for? It wasn't like the times when they used to scavenge for food and had to share a moldy loaf of bread.
Because he was only wearing a towel, Rosinante exposed his upper body, revealing a dense array of scars—knife wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, whip marks, and more.
Not to mention others, even Rosinante himself was startled when he saw his scarred body in the bathroom mirror.
Recalling the "past" experiences, even Rosinante, who had a mature mindset, found it a bit difficult to bear.
Indeed, the greatest evil was always humanity itself.
"Let's eat together,"
As Rosinante sat down and picked up his fork and knife, Doflamingo also put down the pistol and began to dig into the food!
Even while eating, both of them kept their weapons within reach, ready to grab them at any moment.
"Doflamingo, we need to recruit some hands."
Although the two of them could operate the Plain Tower on their own, it was time-consuming.
In Rosinante's plan, they needed to recruit professionals such as a helmsman, a chef, and a ship doctor.
Although influence was important, personal strength was even more crucial!
While developing influence and gathering intelligence, they also needed to focus on improving their personal strength.
In this world, top-notch experts could truly "travel thousands of miles alone, and one punch could block millions of troops." So they had to seize both influence and strength.
"Recruit people?"
Doflamingo frowned, chewing on a lobster as he shook his head.
"I don't trust others!"
Given their past experiences of being hunted, it was natural for Doflamingo to instinctively reject others.
Taking a sip of beer, washing down the mouthful of food, Rosinante wiped his lips.
"Don't be so absolute; someday, we'll meet like-minded companions too."
"If we want to make money, shipping is the simplest way."
In this world, except for the "Red Soil Continent" that divided the world, the rest of the countries were mostly islands, differing only in size.
Because of the sea barriers, the differences in resources and production capacity between the islands were vast. A common mineral or product on one island could be a highly sought-after commodity on another!
So shipping was very profitable; just like the Plain Tower: one trip could earn them tens of millions of berries.
At the same time, it also gave rise to a large number of pirates!
"Nevertheless, the 'Blast Rock' is the most important."
The profits from the Wine Iron Ore were only equivalent to the wages paid to numerous sailors.
The real income for captains, helmsmen, and bosuns was from smuggling Blast Rocks. Rosinante had inquired about it; one barrel of Blast Rock could be sold for several million berries, and there were more than a dozen barrels on the ship!
However, Rosinante had no intention of taking out the Blast Rocks on the ship for sale because they needed gunpowder for their firearms.
These efficient explosives were also powerful tools for the two of them right now!
"In any case, recruiting people is a must, Doflamingo."
Devouring all the food on the table like a whirlwind, Rosinante suddenly felt heavier. He changed into a black hoodie tracksuit with pockets and strapped the dagger to his waist.
"I'll leave this task to you; I can't handle everything on my own, right?"
To turn the ship's cargo into money, Rosinante had spent most of his time and effort competing with businessman Wesk.
Although most of the money was still in Wesk's hands, they were not worried as long as Wesk didn't forsake his hometown connections, status, and real estate business for these ten million berries.
"Alright,"
Doflamingo understood that Rosinante had been busy making money recently, and he should share some of the workload.
However, recruiting people?
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After eating and drinking their fill, the two of them left the inn and headed towards Dock 3.
The Plain Tower was docked at the pier, where Wesk's hired workers were unloading the cargo, and carpenters were repairing the captain's room and deck that were damaged by the explosion. This was the reason why Rosinante and Doflamingo dared to go ashore for food and drink.
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"Doflamingo,"
Not long after they set off, Rosinante furrowed his brow, maintaining the same pace.
After eating the Silence Fruit, he became very sensitive to changes in sound, which was a kind of "enhancement" provided by the fruit.
"Hmm, we're being followed."
With several years of experience "escaping for their lives," even in the bustling streets, both of them noticed the figures hiding behind them and the furtive glances directed their way.
Since they had already spotted their pursuers, the two of them immediately picked up their pace.
When they passed a small alley, the two of them agilely dodged into it and disappeared from the main street.
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"They've noticed us..."
"Quick, follow them!"
The thugs who had been tracking them on the main street were shocked when they lost sight of the two men. Without hesitation, they rushed towards the alley. These men had fierce expressions and exposed weapons under their clothes, causing the people around them to subconsciously lower their heads and make way.
For ordinary people in this world, surviving is already considered good enough.
When a strong individual gets angry and kills, it's just a regular occurrence.
Shua!
Several thugs rushed into the alley, but even after they ventured into the corner of the alley, they couldn't see a single figure.
"Damn it, they escaped!"
"What should we do? This was what Boss Tony ordered..."
"Go to Dock 3! Wait around their ship; I don't believe those two brats won't show up!"
The thugs paced around, frustrated, but they had no choice but to admit that they had indeed lost their target.
No, they hadn't "lost" them.
"Do you already know about Dock 3? Their actions are faster than I expected."
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The sound from behind scared the thugs, causing them to turn around. In front of them, two blond little boys stood in the shadows, blocking the entrance of the alley.
"Don't be afraid,"
"They are just two little brats!"
Although the leading thug was taken aback by Rosinante and Doflamingo's movements, as someone who had been in the mix, what was most important?
It was face!
"Brats, don't think that beating up Tony the waste gives you the right to be arrogant!"
A few steps brought the thug leader in front of Rosinante. Compared to Doflamingo's intimidating aura, the thug leader instinctively chose the gentle-looking kid as his target.
Smack!
Bending over, he grabbed Rosinante's collar.
"Don't you know that this entire disposal area belongs to our 'Four-Suit' family?"
Smack!
A small hand also grabbed the thug leader's collar, interrupting his intimidation.
In the narrow alley, the two of them were holding each other's collars, looking quite comical.
Compared to the adult thug leader, Rosinante's height disadvantage was quite apparent, standing at just over one meter tall due to malnutrition.
However, in this world, height and body size were not the criteria for judging strength.
Up!
Holding the other's collar, Rosinante suddenly stepped forward, bent his knee, and turned around, throwing the thug leader away!
Although it was just a common "throwing technique," given their difference in size, it would be impossible to achieve such a bewildering movement normally.
Thud!
The next second, the thug leader flew over Rosinante and crashed heavily onto the ground, his cheek coming into intimate contact with the pavement.
This throw was not only powered by Rosinante's strength but also by the thug leader's weight and the forward momentum of his own charge.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Blood, broken teeth, and bloody mess mixed together as the thug leader clutched his face and curled up on the ground. Blood kept seeping through the gaps between his fingers.
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The other thugs widened their eyes, almost thinking they were seeing an illusion when their leader was "knocked down" with a single strike.
"Fool... let him go...!!"
Amid the thug leader's furious roars as he gasped for breath, the other thugs finally reacted.
"Boss!"
The chaotic figures immediately rushed towards Rosinante, their murderous intent surging!
They were the members of the largest gang in the disposal area, the "Four-Suit" family. They weren't like those small-time thieves, bullies, and cowards; they were ruthless and daring.
Shua!
"Brat, you're courting death!"
The first thug pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed directly at Rosinante's chest without hesitation.
Fast, precise, ruthless!
Facing this lethal strike, Rosinante didn't retreat but moved forward, kicking high into the air.
Clang!
The dagger flew upwards, reflecting a cold light.
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Before the thug's wrist could feel the pain from being kicked, the disarmed thug realized that Rosinante had already rushed in front of him, and with fingers like a dagger, he fiercely stabbed the thug's throat.
Splurt!
The middle finger stabbed hard into the throat, causing the hyoid cartilage to burst instantly, squeezing the trachea and esophagus into a thin line.
Peng!
With his hands covering his throat, the thug, with a pale face, fell to the ground.
This one strike made it impossible for him to breathe.
Withdrawing his leg, Rosinante promptly extended it like a whip and kicked the second thug in the crotch.
Smack!
With a slight cracking sound, this poor guy's eyes bulged, his mouth opened wide beyond its limits, and the extreme pain exceeded his physiological tolerance, causing him to collapse to the side.
This stab and kick were as fast as lightning.
And before the dagger that had been kicked away could fall, Rosinante caught it by reaching out, firmly gripping the handle!
His wrist turned forward, and the sharp weapon stopped right in front of the neck of the third thug who was charging over, making him shiver all over, and his crotch became wet.
"I... I surrender!"
In this world, what was most important when you were in this situation?
It was...
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