Show some respect?
Why should I?
The white-haired beauty frowned and scrutinized the handsome young man before her.
She was about to say something but was abruptly halted by Du·Feld's large hand.
She turned her head in confusion, realizing that her boss now had his brow furrowed, beads of sweat dripping from his temples.
"At least pay some attention to the world outside the casino, Adelle."
Du·Feld exhaled a smoky circle, squinting and speaking in a deep voice:
"Having such a distinguished figure grace your little establishment is an honor you could hardly dream of in a lifetime, don't lose your manners."
As one of the kings of the Underworld, he had weathered countless storms in his lifetime.
Yet the sudden appearance of the black-haired youth before him still made him inexplicably anxious.
A man whose power nearly matched the Four Emperors, but whose personality was far more unpredictable and dangerous than those old figures…
Why did he come to seek me?
If it's a deal he wants to discuss…
He's also invited to BIGMOM's tea party, couldn't this be discussed after meeting on Cake Island?
Can't he wait just a few days?
Ideas raced through Du·Feld's mind, swirling with countless guesses, yet outwardly maintaining his calm, he quickly composed himself, placed his right hand on his chest, and offered a slight bow:
"Mr. Shano, it's truly unexpected to encounter such a distinguished guest here."
When he looked up again, a bright, flowery smile spread across his plump face:
"Since Mr. Issho is someone you value so highly, naturally it's for you to recruit them. Although I have some standing in the Underworld, what do I count for in your presence, and where would I dare to poach him from you?"
The entire casino fell silent in an instant.
Hearing that name, all the gamblers driven to the foyer raised their heads in disbelief, looking towards the young silhouette on the second floor.
"Did I hear it right, Shano?!! Are they talking about the World's No.1 Sword Master?"
"Who else could it be, hiss… he looks even younger and more handsome in person than he does in photos!"
"How could such a significant figure be here?!"
Hearing the whispers around her, and seeing her own boss's respectful demeanor, the white-haired beauty turned pale with fear.
Fortunately, the boss was quick to stop her, and she hadn't spoken disrespectfully; if she had…
"No need for politeness."
Shano waved nonchalantly, finding Du·Feld's attitude satisfactory.
He then leaped down from the second floor, landing gracefully in the center of the casino, and walked leisurely towards Fujitora, smiling:
"Mr. Issho, I've heard much about you. May I have a word with you?"
Though Fujitora could not see, he was aware of everything happening around him; he quickly stood up, nodded, and said:
"Much obliged, having a personage like yourself personally invite me is my honor."
Seeing this, Du·Feld quickly gestured to his aides:
"Quick! Someone, take these two gentlemen to the top floor, prepare the most luxurious VIP suite! Serve the finest wine and snacks!"
The white-haired beauty immediately took out the Radio Snail to make arrangements.
Shano shook his head:
"No need. This place is foul. If it weren't for finding someone, I'd be too lazy to enter such a place. Mr. Issho, how about we go to a nearby tavern for a small drink?"
"Are you inviting me for a drink?"
Fujitora laughed heartily: "Well, that's the best news I've heard today, nothing could be better, nothing could be better."
Shano nodded, turning to lead Smoker directly towards the door.
The gathered gamblers in the foyer immediately parted like a tide, respectfully watching Shano leave.
Fujitora put away his wooden staff, prepared to follow, but suddenly remembered something and turned hesitantly towards Du·Feld:
"Sir, may I ask about the chips I won earlier…"
"We'll cash them for you right away!"
Du·Feld chuckled, "Winning nineteen rounds in a row, a total of three billion and two hundred million Belly, hey, isn't that right, Adelle."
"Yes, it's all prepared."
The white-haired beauty dutifully handed over a suitcase.
"Thank you, gentlemen."
Fujitora took the suitcase, his relief evident in his smile, before turning to leave.
...
Du·Feld stood rooted to the spot.
He flicked the ash from his cigarette, watching the departing figures, his face quickly darkened.
What's going on?
That Shano, appearing suddenly and giving me a big shock, turns out he came looking for that blind man?
And not to talk business with me?
Moreover, they left without even bidding me farewell, how belittling.
If it were someone else, given his usual temper, he'd have had his men teach them a lesson long ago.
But this one…
Du·Feld shivered inexplicably, his gaze instinctively shifting from Shano to Fujitora's back, narrowing his eyes.
Even now, he still couldn't fathom why this was happening.
How could a blind Swordsman hold more collaboration value than him?
"Hey, Adelle."
He called the white-haired beauty and instructed:
"Send your people to inquire in the local black market about this blind man, find out who he truly is, and remember, be discreet and make sure not to disturb them before they leave the island."
"Yes, boss."
The white-haired beauty understood and quietly departed.
As she left, she glanced oddly at Du·Feld's chest.
Huh, did I see mistakenly?
Earlier this evening, the boss's suit had a purple flower pinned to the chest, but now it's suddenly gone?