Costa sipped his tea slowly, not immediately expressing his stance. Having been in Marseille for forty years, rising from a dock thief to a gang leader, he had weathered countless storms. He sensed danger, but also a tremendous opportunity.
"Where's the goods?" Costa asked.
"The first batch of five tons has already landed. It's in Sicily, very safe," Scorpion said. "As long as you nod, it can be transported to Marseille within a week via the 'old channel.' Subsequent shipments will be steadily supplied based on sales. Payment terms are flexible: cash, cryptocurrency, and even barter (for example, with the arms or European luxury goods you have) are all acceptable."
"What about the risks?" Costa stared at him. "Such a large volume—customs, police, competitors... and you. How do I know you're not a police decoy or will run after one big hit?"
