Sparks flickered, and the thin mist of tobacco smoke hovered in the room's air.
"'We have limited patience,' haha."
With a strong taunting tone, he mimicked the sticky accent of the Fishman from before, and sneered.
"A few long-scaled animals are trying to teach me how to do things."
"Seventy? When they say seventy, they think I'm a dog they raised?"
"Hundreds of brothers rely on me to eat, and if we're just relying on those few Gold Coins, we'd have starved long ago. If we don't find other jobs, are we supposed to drink sea water to survive?"
Speaking, Gerry suddenly turned, his gaze towards a corner of the room.
"Hogan, don't you agree?"
Just as he finished speaking, a particularly young little gangster emerged trembling from the crowd, a flattering smile on his face.
"Boss, you're absolutely right!"
"It's an honor for those Fishmen to cooperate with Ebbtide Gang! Now they're trying to give orders, completely blind to the situation!"
