Hearing Ian's words, Garp patted Ian's shoulder with satisfaction, laughed, and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down when you come to the East Blue to sell wine. When do you need help? I'm going to the East Blue in a few days. Do you need my help?"
"Didn't I say next time..."
"I know! Next time means in a few days, right?"
Ian: "..."
Ian looked speechless at Garp, who was picking his nose.
But then he thought that if Garp could help with the transportation, it wouldn't be a bad idea.
But he simply ignored the old bastard and looked at Village Chief Martin before him and said: "I'll have Gini arrange it in a few days..."
However, before he could finish his words, the Den Den Mushi on his body suddenly rang.
Ian was stunned, seemingly puzzled as to who would call him at this time, but he quickly picked up the Den Den Mushi.
"Who?"
"Boss, it's me!"
Just as he finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly rang from the other side.
It was Gini who seemed to be hiding something.
He lowered his voice and said stealthily: "Boss, someone commissioned Grado to look for my sister-in-law, I mean, Nico Robin!"
Ian: "...?"
Someone's looking for Robin again, and they're asking Grado to do it?
Hearing Gini's story, Ian's eyes narrowed instantly, and he asked: "Do you know who it is?"
"It's a guy with a long, horizontal scar on his face and a golden hook on his left hand."
Hearing Ian's words, Gini Den Den Mushi said directly, "Even though he didn't say his name, I knew at first glance that he wasn't an ordinary person. Do you want me to arrange for someone to investigate him?"
"No need to investigate him."
Ian raised his eyelids. "I already know who it is."
"Huh? You already know, boss?"
Gini said after a moment of surprise. "Then what should we do next? How about I have him arrested?"
"Don't bother with that guy. You can't catch him!"
"He's that strong?"
Gini said, looking distressed. "So just ignore him? That... Seems like it would work."
As if recalling something, Gini said cheerfully, "Boss, it seems that guy had already commissioned another mafia family to search for her before he came here, but he only provided a name and a photo of my sister-in-law as a child."
"If it weren't for what happened before, I wouldn't have guessed he was looking for my sister-in-law! It would take who knows how long to find her."
"Now that you have said it, boss, I know how to handle it. Oh, and that guy also said he wanted to meet you, boss."
"Meet me?"
Ian frowned. "What for?"
"I'm not exactly sure, but it seems like he wants some kind of cooperation with you, boss. "
Gini's Den Den Mushi seemed to scratch its head, then said in a distressed tone: "How about I ask?"
"You decide!"
"Got it, boss. Don't worry."
With Gini's final words, the Den Den Mushi was hung up.
Ian rubbed his chin while pondering for a moment, then he looked at the Den Den Mushi in his hand.
Garp, who had been listening quietly, leaned forward and said with a grin: "It looks like you're in trouble. Do you need my help?"
Ian: "..."
Hearing his voice, Ian stared speechlessly at that shameless old face right in front of him.
How could he not guess what this old man wanted?
Just calculating the time, Crocodile should have just accepted the invitation from the kingdom of Alabasta.
Who knows if reporting him for investigating Ancient Weapons will be effective now? He probably hasn't even started yet!
"No need for now."
Ian waved his hand, then looked at Garp and Village Chief Martin and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back."
"Then I'll go to the brewery now."
"Hey, wait! You kid, don't you have any requests?"
Garp said helplessly while watching the two men stand up. "And go back? What for? Isn't your house right next to us? And you're not training today? I'm free, so I can go get some exercise with you."
"No, I'm taking a break today, too, to spend time with my wife!"
Ian: "..."
Garp looked speechlessly at Ian, who walked straight into the house and slammed the door shut.
He then looked at Martin, who also stood up and left. He smiled helplessly, his gaze returning to Ian's door, and he picked his nose carelessly.
"You kid, sticking with your wife all the time will make you useless."
He chuckled: "Hmph! When the day comes you need this old man's help, the price won't be the same!"
Meanwhile, on the other side…
"We'll take this job."
Gini said while looking at Crocodile, who was puffing on a cigar. "But the information you provided is too limited, and we're not sure we can find the target. You'll also need to pay a 50 million deposit, and the remaining 50 million after we find the target."
"A deposit?"
Crocodile frowned at Gini's words. "Kid, other places don't require deposits!"
"I know, but we, Grado Security Company, are a legitimate company, and everything must be done according to rules and regulations."
Gini continued with a smile. "I believe you came to us because you've inquired about our information. Of course, if you're not satisfied, you can always find someone else."
He did know about the Grado Security Company and was even shocked by the information.
That's why he decided to give it a try. Perhaps he could get something unexpected, or even... probe the movements of Marine Headquarters.
Two high-ranking marine officers coming here and supporting a mafia group? There's no way they were here just for a vacation.
But was this the private action of those two high-ranking marines… or a secret mission from headquarters?
Crocodile took a long puff of his cigar, removed it from his mouth, then stared at the boss of Grado Security Company in front of him.
"Fifty million Belly, I can pay it."
If he could find the Devil Child, a mere fifty million Belly wouldn't be a big deal. After knocking on the table, he continued: "But I need to see your boss."
"I'm Grado's boss."
"Kid, I already know that."
Crocodile snorted. "Tell that hidden boss of yours to meet me. Don't worry, I'm only here to discuss business. Perhaps I can even get your wine sold in Paradise!"
Of course... He would also probe the relationship between that guy and Marine Headquarters.
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