Chapter 51
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"If he dies in front of my door and you make a ruckus, the blame will fall on my head. This is not the attitude you should have when meeting for the first time." Ya Erlin pinched Scott's carotid artery with two fingers and said meaningfully, "You should know that I came here with a heart full of goodwill."
Lombardi silently stared at the man with 'good intentions' in front of him. He didn't feel the slightest bit of goodwill from the other party.
Scott was scared witless. He didn't understand why the man behind him, who had just saved his life, would use his sharp fingertips to touch his throat. A layer of fine goosebumps appeared on his neck.
"You don't believe me?" Yarlin stared at Lombardi and slowly moved his head closer to Scott's ear. He said eerily, "This is going to be difficult …"
The whole sentence seemed to be directed at Lombardi, but also seemed to be whispering to Scott. Suddenly, a chill rose in the hearts of both of them.
The sound of flesh being torn apart could be heard. The fingertips hooked onto the fine muscles of Scott's throat and pulled. The friction made one's teeth ache. The blood vessels and fine bones were torn apart. A pigeon egg-sized hole appeared in Scott's throat. "Ho ho!" Blood gushed out from the hole.
Arlen flicked his finger, and a slender, blood-stained throat was thrown to the ground. Skorne covered his neck with his hands and looked at Lombardi in horror. "Ahhh!" he whimpered.
Scott was about to die as Lombardi wished. However, Lombardi's face was pale. He didn't feel the slightest bit of pleasure from his scheme succeeding. Instead, he felt a chill from the bottom of his feet. It was as if a cold, poisonous snake was slithering on his back. It was bone-chilling.
"…" Lombardi understood that this was the other party's way of expressing … goodwill!!! It could also be understood as the sincerity of making friends.
The limp corpse was dragged into the house by the slaves. The yellowed floor was covered in blood. Yarlin turned sideways and said indifferently, "Please come in."
"Lombardi?" Ka Ba stared at Yarlin with fear in his eyes. He could not understand the other party's intentions at all. He only knew that the man in front of him was extremely dangerous.
Lombardi stood at the door and thought for two seconds. He looked away from the bloodstains and said to Carl, "Clean up the bloodstains."
Without any further explanation, Lombardi walked around the bloodstains and walked in.
The door was closed, and Ka Ba was confused outside. He clenched his teeth and returned to his room. Then, he came out with a rag.
"Who are you?"
Lombardi stared at Yarlin. In his heart, he had already eliminated the two options of "pirates" and "Tiago Caravan."
"I'm Yarlin!"
The voice entered Lombardi's ears and replied, "I am from the 153rd Branch of the Marine base, Lombardi. The Marine has no malice towards you."
Navy, an unexpected answer.
Lombardi's heart was set off stormy waves. After a while, he woke up from the shock. He stared at Yarlin with complex emotions and said, "Does the Marine also want this island?"
He really can't imagine the reason why the Marines quietly appeared in this town. The only explanation is that the Colorful Rock Mountain not only attracted greedy businessmen but also attracted the attention of the Marines.
"Why can't it be about suppressing pirates? There is a group of vicious pirates hiding on this island. Our Marine has the obligation to eliminate them." Arlen looked at Lombardi with a smile that wasn't a smile.
"Oh ~" Lombardi sneered. His mind was quickly calculating the pros and cons of the Marine's sudden intervention, and what he had to do to ensure that he could keep his cake.
Yarlin moved a chair and sat by the window. His right hand was holding a teacup. He didn't drink it but just turned it slightly.
"Why did you notice me?" Lombardi didn't believe that living next door was just a coincidence. He now understood that even if he didn't test him today, sooner or later, this man would take the initiative to contact him.
"You are right. Our 153rd Branch has indeed taken a fancy to this island. Unfortunately, it has been taken over by the Tiago caravan. We want to take it away from them." The water in the teacup was already cold. Yarlin's face was calm, but the teacup in his hand made a cracking sound. The "cat ear" was abruptly broken by him. The teacup fell on the table and the tea spilled all over the floor. "This teacup is this town. The cold water inside is the Tiago caravan. Now, the Marine wants to drink hot tea. Of course, the cold water in the cup must be poured out first."
"And you …" Arlen stared at Lombardi, his eyes full of meaning. He flicked his finger, and the Cat's Ear drew a parabola in the air. Lombardi caught it. "It's this handle. It's the agent chosen by Marine Branch 153."
"If they lend me this handle, the Navy will be able to hide in the dark and hold onto this teacup …." Lombardi was deep in thought, his eyes shining brightly. "Then what will I be able to gain?"
As for the reason why the Marines did this, Lombardi just rolled his eyes. He didn't ask any more questions. It was just that the 153rd Branch wanted to obtain practical benefits while preserving the face of "justice".
In the end, Lombardi had already seen through it. Whether it was justice or evil, in the end, it couldn't escape the law of the jungle. This was the only truth in the sea.
"You will become the agent of the 153rd Branch. You will have the 'legal mining rights' of this island. You will not be harassed by other merchants or pirates. You will completely monopolize the colored stone mine and seize an astonishing amount of profits." Yarlin paused for a moment and then grinned. "And my friendship."
Lombardi automatically ignored the last sentence. His heart was filled with ambition and greed. His voice was hoarse. "Then … I … What do I have to pay?"
"Fifty percent of the profits!" Yarlin stretched out his hand and spread out his five fingers.
"That's impossible. The Marines don't have to do anything. I have to be responsible for mining, transportation, losses and so on. You want to take half of the profits? This …" Lombardi's heart was completely willing to accept this price tag, but on the surface, he put on a dissatisfied expression.
"You are a smart person. Don't act. You know very well that the Marine's brand is worth this price. He can save you a lot of trouble in the East Blue." Yarlin calmly said. "Being able to gain the favor of the 153rd Branch is an opportunity that many merchants dream of. Don't be too greedy. Fifty percent of the profits is enough for you to choke to death. Not to mention, the profits that the 153rd Branch receives have to be spent."
"Well, I accept." Lombardi saw that Yarlin didn't want to haggle, so he didn't continue to pester him.
"Now, let's get to the point." Yarlin and Lombardi looked at each other and simultaneously spat out three words. "Tiago!"
Full of murderous intent!
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