Achieving Nothing, I Can Only Be the Pirate King Chapter 776 - 470: The Cash King of the Sea

Sage’s fortune was all gained through robberies, and the stolen goods were laundered through Doflamingo and those people in the underworld. His closest ties were indeed with the warehousing and transportation industries.

Even their current business operations are intertwined with these industries.

As long as there’s circulation, storage and transport can’t be escaped. It’s not like once Sage leaves, things just disappear. Those who bought and transferred need places for storage and further transport.

But that’s just the industry; they don’t represent the entire industry.

Sage glanced at Umit, who was speaking, wearing a captain’s-style outfit and sporting a thick black beard. Beside him, a shivering Jibson had a long red nose, seemingly from years of heavy drinking.

"What’s the matter? You didn’t make money fencing goods through ? What do you an by giving money..."

Sage exhaled smoke again, took the cigar from his mouth, and threw it on the ground.

"Though you owe nothing, who told you to run into now? I’m a pirate, and naturally, what I want, I take. How about this, each of you pay one trillion Belly."

Sage said, "Consider it your ransom money, and by the way, I don’t take checks."

"That’s unfair."

Whether due to too much alcohol or a bit of boldness stemming from fear, Jibson shouted:

"Feld owes you money and caused trouble, so he gets one trillion, but we did nothing... Calamity, even if we didn’t cooperate directly, we did so indirectly a lot, surely there’s so sentint. One trillion is just too much!"

One trillion Belly...

Legend has it, when Doflamingo seized the throne, he extorted the King of Dressrosa for money to buy the kingdom, and that was only 100 billion Belly.

Has their worth now beco ten tis that of Dressrosa?

"Makes sense..."

Sage nodded and then turned to look at Du·Feld, "Forgot to calculate your ransom. You add another trillion, so you owe two trillion Belly total."

"Alright!"

Du·Feld gritted his teeth, "But you’ll have to give so ti. I need to liquidate assets to pay you."

If he can just get out...

He definitely won’t let this guy find him again!

Besides, this guy is too cocky. He actually gave up such a good opportunity not to target Linlin. Once Linlin recovers, he won’t need to be afraid!

Why is the Big Mom Pirates the number one intelligence group in the industry... It’s because these underworld kings, including the Big Hand Funeral Master whom Sage killed, among the six of them, four were Linlin’s childhood friends!

They are a coalition of interests!

Linlin won’t let Sage do as he pleases!

"I know what you’re thinking."

Sage rely glanced at him, pulled out a small Radio Snail from his pocket, and made a call.

Once connected, the Radio Snail ford the image of a face full of determination and coldness, "Lily, co here."

Zing!

As he hung up the phone, on the Death Star approaching Cake Island, a flash of lightning shot out, landing next to Sage.

Cracker, who was no longer guarding Charlotte Linlin but was instead trying to stop her destruction, didn’t look pleased upon seeing the arrival.

One calamity was enough to terrify, and now cos a thunderous Sword Princess...

Mom...

With Lily’s appearance, Sage tossed the Radio Snail to Du·Feld and said:

"I can’t wait that long. Let’s do this; until Charlotte Linlin recovers, that’s the ti you can strive for."

"In my territory, there should also be your people doing business, right? Whether you steal it, rob it, or cheaply sell off assets, doesn’t matter, as long as I see the stuff within the ti limit; otherwise, you’ll suffer."

"Or..."

Sage grinned, "Let’s do it like this. We know you are the industry leaders; write down your bases and the contact information of the people in charge. That can deduct a bit off the debt."

He wants the money, and he also wants the channels these guys hold. What can he do?

Just forcibly take it.

Channel assets are hard to seize, but with so ti, he can eventually get a portion, allowing him to make a mark in these industries, which wouldn’t be bad.

"Sage, one trillion Belly is too much; we’re not Tesoro. There’s no way to gather it in a short ti!" Umit said.

Where could they possibly raise one trillion Belly to give to Sage?

Assets are one thing; money is another. They’re not the sa.

Aside from the World Governnt, the only ones with that much cash on the sea are Gild Tesoro.

"Tesoro?"

Sage paused, "Sounds familiar..."

"Gild Tesoro, the owner of the world’s largest entertainnt city, Gulan Tesoro, has industries all over the globe. It’s said he controls 20% of the world’s liquid funds. Just his savings alone are rumored to be over five trillion Belly. So at sea, he’s known as the ’Golden Emperor’."

A sowhat gentle female voice ca from the other side.

Sage turned, spotting a few people stuck to a banquet table with sugary mucus.

A middle-aged man with lion-like golden hair and upward-slanting pointed black mustache.

The other four, with hair colors of pink, fiery red, sea blue, and erald green, three n and one woman, the speaker being the woman with pink hair.

Like a super sentai with five colors.

"Golden Emperor..."

Sage thought for a mont, suddenly realizing, "Oh, I rember now, a generous person indeed. Alright, great, I nearly forgot about him! Appreciative of him for saving so much money for !"

Being busy with developnt, construction, and war preparations, he almost forgot so people on the sea are richer than individual Heavenly Celestial Dragons!

Not ntioning industries or controllable liquid funds, just the five trillion Belly is a massive fortune to Sage!

As one of the Four Emperors, counting assets, just 20% of the world’s weapon factories would be enough to make him one of the wealthiest candidates. Adding other assets, he is the richest.

Belly, to him, is like paper, but for the world, Belly can procure many resources.

"Just right, after devouring Charlotte Linlin, I’ll go after him next to boost developnt!"

Forget about controlling industries; that’s too distant and can’t be violently seized. Just the five trillion Belly alone, Sage can elevate his territory, even including the area soon to be devoured from Charlotte Linlin, renewing them altogether.

"Who are you guys?"

Sage glanced at the pink lady who spoke and casually waved his hand, causing a gust of wind to blow away the sugary mucus binding them.

"This is..."

The blonde middle-aged man looked at his hands, leaping up, "Am I saved? Calamity, let this war be assisted by us, Germa 66!"

"Hmm?"

Sage blinked, "Germa? Vinsmoke?"

These guys, he’s not really familiar with, but Hawkins blabbers about them all day.

There was a comic serialized by the World Economic News, telling the story of the sea warrior Sora fighting against the Evil Legion, Germa 66, attracting many fans.

Hawkins is one of them.

Of course, he doesn’t idolize Sora; he idolizes the Evil Legion.

With Hawkins yamring constantly, Sage naturally rembered this family capable of creating artificial humans.

"Oh..."

Sage smiled profoundly, "Good, very good, you too need to pay ransom!"