They merely discussed the feasibility of potential teammates.
Most members of the Zodiacs were suitable candidates, both in terms of professional positioning and personal abilities.
However, those who never usually mentioned the Dark Continent might find it difficult to become like-minded teammates.
Ging didn't stay long, leaving after an hour, no one knew where he was off to next.
Law discussed some matters with Salin and Sabro, then openly slipped away.
Regarding this, Sabro could only feel angry and helpless.
Time passed, and a month went by in the blink of an eye.
During this period, Law mobilized funds and began tentatively establishing [Trash Disposal Stations] on beaches across the Balsa Islands.
Even under the banner of protecting nature, giving without seeking return, the operation process still encountered many difficulties.
In the end, it still lacked legitimacy.
Law believed he should first focus on obtaining the Zodiac identity. So, starting with [Toxic Cuisine], in less than a month, he obtained a Single-Star title.
The so-called Toxic Cuisine involved using the ingredient value of various poisons under the premise of neutralizing their toxicity.
Based on information provided by the White Smoke Font, Law went to the magical domains several times and selected ten dishes closely related to toxicity.
He compiled the information and made it public for free.
This attracted gourmets from all over the world, eager to try something new.
For a time, Law's name was passed around in the gourmet world for the first time. Many gourmets gave him a title: Toxic Cuisine Scientist.
It sounded somewhat derogatory, but the original intention was indeed complimentary.
With a Single-Star Gourmet Hunter title in hand, Law concluded the voting process, passing with a unanimous vote and taking his seat among the Zodiacs.
He understood clearly that while Pariston's condition had an element of deliberate obstruction, it was more about upholding the Association's rules.
The minimum condition for becoming a Zodiacs' member might be a Single-Star title.
That was Pariston's point.
Law didn't mind. Unanimous approval was the best result, ensuring a stable position and possibly changing other members' views.
After becoming the [Monkey] of the Zodiacs, Law didn't immediately start the [Beach Project]. Instead, he invested funds in promotion and publicity to build his reputation first.
After letting it ferment for a while, Law, using this identity, began the [Beach Project].
Every second around the world, commissions were issued, and those responsible for completing them were countless Hunters.
Among them, Pro Hunters were often prioritized over amateur hunters, and clients usually preferred Pro Hunters.
This was the gap official identity made.
Law was a Zodiacs' member of the Association. Wielding the Association's reputation, handling procedures and going through processes were like having a green light all the way, without obstacles.
Thus, with Law's unsparing investment, one trash disposal station after another was established on various beaches across the Balsa Islands.
Not only that, Law also contracted the rescue responsibility for each beach.
As more and more stations were built, human resources became increasingly bloated.
Lacking experience in this area himself, Law simply spent money to find professional Head Hunters and hired twelve highly capable professional managers.
Over three months of development, professional managers grew in number, let alone the staff below.
However, the work Law bore was distributed among the professional managers, gradually becoming easier for him.
Until today, with the completion of the last station on the southern beaches of the Yorbian Continent, the map Law had prepared beforehand was completely lit up.
Facing the cold, piercing sea breeze, Law stood on the sparsely populated southern beach, calmly watching waves crashing one after another.
He had done all he could humanly do… the rest was up to fate.
Casting such a wide net, he believed he could at any time monitor for the Chimera Ant Queen's whereabouts.
Once the Queen's severed limb was discovered, Law would know immediately, and it wouldn't be picked up by outsiders.
It was midwinter.
Almost no one was visible on the beach.
The sea breeze came with the sound of waves, the wind cutting more sharply than the low temperature.
Shhh...
Faint footsteps came from the distance.
Judging by the sound, the person was not light.
If not overweight, then likely tall and sturdy.
Law turned around and was slightly surprised to see the newcomer.
The man wore a grey shirt, unfazed by the bitter winter sea breeze.
He was tall and sturdy, with white hair parted left and right covering his ears, falling to his shoulders.
His face was somewhat dark, he wore small sunglasses, his nose resembled a snuff bottle, and his jaw was very broad.
This was a man with highly distinctive features.
Law recognized him, remembering only that he had achieved outstanding merits in the Chimera Ants' extermination operation, but couldn't recall his name.
The newcomer was Morel, a Single-Star Sea Hunter.
Seeing Law look over, Morel wasn't shy either. He approached and laughed heartily, "I'm Morel, Single-Star Sea Hunter."
Giving his name and identity directly wasn't for boasting but to provide Law with information in a concise way.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Law," Law responded politely, his gaze involuntarily going past Morel to the three people on the embankment.
One of them Law knew: it was Dafifi.
Morel saw Law looking at the people who came with him and smiled, "The guy who looks like a gorilla is my friend. The other two are my disciples."
"Dafifi, I know him," Law said.
Morel nodded, clearly aware of that too.
He looked at a panda-head-shaped building in the distance to the left and said with a smile, "I'm a Sea Hunter, running around the sea all year. I know well the consequences marine trash bring to the ecosystem."
"So, when I heard someone was implementing a 'Beach Project' free of charge, I wanted to meet them."
As he spoke, Morel withdrew his gaze and looked at Law, not using a tone of gratitude but saying solemnly, "Not to mention anything else, if you need help in the future, just ask."
Hearing Morel's words, Law was slightly taken aback, then chuckled, "No need."
To outsiders, Law's actions seemed purely like burning money without gaining favor, since no one understood his motives.
Moreover, Law didn't think much of it himself.
If positioning himself as a Gourmet Hunter, it was like catching a small fish while fishing and choosing to release it rather than eat it.
Morel, however, laughed heartily, then very familiarly put an arm around Law's shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll buy you a drink."
Before Law could react, he was pulled along by the enthusiastic Morel towards the embankment.
On the embankment were Dafifi and Morel's two disciples: Knuckle and Shoot, both members of the original Chimera Ant Extermination Team.
Seeing Law approach, Dafifi greeted him.
Then, the burly man put on an awkward expression.
He looked at Law, sheepishly saying, "Law, about that jerky you gave me last time... any more left?"