Watching Morgans fidget like he had a fart he couldn’t let out,
Orin raised an eyebrow. Sothing didn’t feel right, but he didn’t say anything more.
He didn’t believe this guy would dare pretend to obey while acting against him. If he did, Orin would just quietly follow the news seagulls back to headquarters and shoot him dead on the spot.
Seeing Morgans still lost in thought, Orin continued slowly:
"The second thing is... I want to take control of the entire underworld!!! So... will you join , News King—Morgans?"
"This..."
Hearing those words, Morgans’ previously cheerful expression instantly froze.
He studied Orin’s face, only to find him watching quietly—
There was no deep, nacing tone, no threats.
Just a faint smile on his lips and those eyes—eyes that seed to see right through a man’s soul.
"Ah... hahaha, soone as important as you... interested in our little side hustle?"
"The underworld’s no ’little side hustle,’ Morgans~"
Orin, with a godlike overview of just how much of the world’s mariti operations were actually controlled by underworld kings in every trade, was well aware.
Entertainnt, gambling, funerals, special services, transport, dia, loans, storage, weapons, brokerage...
This behemoth of a cake covered the most profitable industries in the world. It might not be able to shake the top-tier powerhouses,
But toppling the world’s foundation? That wouldn’t be a problem at all.
"Think about it. You don’t really believe you can hide behind that flock of birds forever, do you?"
Orin’s words carried an almost natural power to convince.
Morgans froze in place, though he didn’t panic—he had his own ways of staying hidden...
"Even if you moved your whole ho onto an airship, it wouldn’t matter."
What?!!!
A cold sweat seeped from his feathers and slowly dripped onto the floor. His human-like bird face twisted awkwardly.
How could you possibly know that...?
"You’re in the intelligence business. You should know pretty well by now, Morgans. So I don’t need to explain much."
Orin’s eyes glowed with red light, quietly staring at the Den Den Mushi in front of him, exuding an invisible pressure.
"I can always find you—whether in the sky, under the sea, or deep underground... If you join now, I won’t ddle too much in your business. In fact, I’ll even protect you and share so world-shaking secrets."
"But..."
Orin’s gaze sharpened.
"If you make go to the trouble of finding you... you really don’t want to know what’ll happen."
He didn’t spell it out.
But not saying it was even more terrifying.
Morgans stopped laughing and fell into silence.
Because he couldn’t argue. The more he understood Orin’s power, the more he realized how terrifying it truly was.
Hiding out and printing sensational papers was already sneaky enough—
But compared to Orin, he was nowhere near his level.
As long as he wanted to keep spreading news and expanding his business, he couldn’t avoid this monster who could teleport without limits across the world, whose Observation Haki could cover tens or even hundreds of thousands of ters.
As one of the world’s top intelligence experts, he had encountered many monsters across the Grand Line.
But even those monsters had to call Black Gun Orin a monster when they t him!!!
And it was worth ntioning—
He had already predicted this day would co.
Through various intel sources—whether it was the large-scale expansion of Sammi’s red-light district business, or the recent rise of the underworld broker "joker"—
All signs had hinted at Orin’s shadow behind the scenes. Others might not notice, but Morgans did.
All those moves pointed to one thing: Orin-sama was seriously targeting the massive profits of the underworld.
And not to join it—but to control it.
Using absolute strength and unstoppable abilities, he would forcibly unify the fragnted and chaotic underworld under one person—
No one could resist. No one dared to.
Even the World Governnt would probably have to turn a blind eye.
This was the trend of the tis.
Not sothing one could run from.
After a brief pause,
Morgans finally gave in.
Desperate resistance only works if you have leverage—but his hand clearly wasn’t enough to shake Orin who’d clashed head-on with the World Governnt and made them bleed.
"In that case, I’m willing to serve under your banner, Orin-sama."
If it were Big Mom or Whitebeard, Morgans wouldn’t even bother acknowledging them.
But the man before him was different.
His abilities were unstoppable. His potential was terrifying. No re size of power could make up for that gap.
"No need to worry, Morgans."
Hearing Morgans’ sensible reply, Orin was visibly pleased and even offered a word of comfort:
"Normally, I won’t interfere with your business. I don’t care what kind of news you spread. As long as you distribute the stories I want out there, your mission will be complete."
"Besides, I can even share a few secrets with you..."
...
Should he say this man truly deserved the fear even the World Governnt had for him?!
How could he know so many earth-shattering secrets...?
And that was only a small part of it.
How many secrets had this man uncovered using his abilities? What had Roger discovered...?
A drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down Morgans’ forehead.
He felt both thrilled... and curious.
Surely, following such a king of the underworld,
He’d get the scoop on more unimaginable news than anyone else!!!
Unconsciously, that last trace of doubt in Morgans’ heart vanished. He was now fully devoted to the earth-shaking headlines about to be revealed.
Of course, Orin never cared much for their so-called loyalty. He wasn’t like Redfield with his ability to hear thoughts through Observation Haki.
As long as they obeyed, that was enough. He relied on his own overwhelming strength—never on people’s hearts.
"And also, don’t forget to pass the word to the other underworld bosses— Hurry up and surrender. Going after them one by one and beating them into submission is a real waste of ti."
At the end of the call, Orin smiled as he gave the final reminder:
"Especially that Stussy from the recently rising Pleasure District. If she’s willing, I can have her and Sammi run the business together. If she’s not..."
Orin’s smile widened a bit more.
"Then I won’t care about the CP’s reputation anymore. And in the end, it’ll have to be Vegapunk himself who cos to negotiate with her."
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