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After witnessing the brief skirmish between Zyhark and Stussy, Morgans, with his keen eye, knew that Zyhark had many cards left to play.
In this era of turmoil with the Four Emperors vying for control, any formidable individual sailing the seas was bound to create newsworthy incidents.
Especially the members of this sea restaurant; they all seemed far from ordinary.
Considering their actions in the East Blue and their inexplicable relationship with Stussy, Morgans had a strong intuition. These individuals were destined to make headlines with earth-shattering events in the future.
Understanding them early on would allow Morgans to gather detailed information and release first-hand news that would shake the world.
This was the true meaning behind Morgans' mention of "the possibility of cooperation."
What Morgans valued was the potential of the Endless Dream, or more precisely, their capacity for creating newsworthy events. In this regard, Aqua was undoubtedly a peak terror with an unparalleled talent for causing trouble.
Zyhark, on the other hand, valued the terrifying influence and intelligence network of the World Economy News Agency.
A simple yet illustrative example: if Morgans could be persuaded to join the Axis Cult, a few news articles spread worldwide could make the foolish goddess soar.
Of course, convincing the shrewd and cunning Morgans, who thrived in the underworld, to join the Axis Cult was about as likely as Zyhark mastering Conqueror's Haki.
This was merely a potential direction.
Both sides had their own interests, and with this premise, they could sit down and talk.
In the news agency's airship, inside a spacious reception room, the dim lighting added a sense of pressure.
—Earlier, Aqua's cannon shot had grazed the airship's tail, and the fallen parts just happened to block the reception room's windows.
The boomerang thrown by the foolish goddess had, in a roundabout way, hit Zyhark in the back of the head.
Why not Aqua herself?
Because with her divine eyes, she could see clearly even in the dark…
At the conference table, Zyhark and Morgans sat opposite each other.
Behind Morgans stood core members of the news agency and a dozen elite bodyguards. These skilled subordinates were on high alert, their nerves taut and eyes vigilant.
This tension was due to the terrifying presence of the blond man with three fierce scars on his face standing behind the young restaurant owner. King's mere presence, with his arms crossed and a calm expression, created a continuous, thunderous pressure in the reception room.
It felt like the terrifying man would explode into action at the slightest misstep from their boss.
After his intense training, King's strength might still be uncertain, but his intimidating aura had grown immensely.
Yes, in situations like this, King's presence was invaluable for maintaining the restaurant's dignity.
To ensure the restaurant's reputation, Zyhark had persuaded Aqua with the pretext that "a noble goddess need not attend such minor occasions," leaving her outside to play with the delivery gulls.
As for Meowth, it remained on the Endless Dream to ensure any unforeseen incidents were dealt with promptly.
After all, they were meeting two emperors of the underworld, and despite their advanced worldview and solid strength, Zyhark remained cautious.
With Stussy as a witness, Zyhark and Morgans established a partnership: the sea restaurant would, under acceptable conditions, allow normal interviews by the news agency. In return, the news agency would provide Zyhark with necessary information.
This initial contact was primarily for mutual probing.
Zyhark wasn't in a rush. As he grew stronger, Morgans would undoubtedly make more precise decisions in the future.
After a brief conversation, Zyhark casually brought up the subject of the wishing pool's conditions.
"An item of immeasurable value?"
Hearing this, Morgans rubbed his chin with his feathered hand and thought for a few seconds before speaking. "If you're talking about priceless, rare items, I know quite a few. For example, a permanent pointer to Laugh Tale, the Red Poneglyphs, Whitebeard's mustache, and so on."
"The bloodline factors of rare and powerful races like the Lunarians or Buccaneers could barely qualify as well."
As expected from the man with the most comprehensive intelligence network in the world, Morgans effortlessly listed several potential items when Zyhark inquired about items to summon from the wishing pool, even managing to make a dark joke about Whitebeard's mustache.
For Zyhark, this was indeed a cold joke.
Even if Whitebeard's mustache was considered an item of immeasurable value, he needed the strength to acquire it.
At this time, Whitebeard was still healthy, with only slight physical decline, but his overall combat strength remained at its peak.
If Whitebeard's mustache was truly necessary for a wish, then this new partner was better left uninvited.
As for the rare bloodline factors mentioned later, Zyhark wasn't too confident in obtaining those either.
Both King and Bartholomew Kuma were not simple characters.
Moreover, his instincts told him that using these for a wish had near-zero success rates.
"Aside from these, what about unconventional or out-of-the-box items?" Zyhark continued to inquire.
Having anticipated this development, Morgans' eyes gleamed with a wicked and insane light.
"Speaking of unconventional valuable items, there's a special category in our underworld."
Morgans slowly stood, his hands clasped behind his back as he walked to the blocked window, standing in the shadows.
"That is the rare and valuable slaves of different races. They aren't even considered 'people,' just items for trade."
"If, and I mean if..."
Morgans paused deliberately for a few seconds before slowly turning around, staring intently at Zyhark.
"What about the most exalted race at the top of the world, the Celestial Dragons, treated as slaves?"
To Morgans' slight disappointment, even after hearing the mention of "Celestial Dragons," the young man opposite him remained expressionless, showing no sign of being swayed.
It was a pity; if the sea restaurant Endless Dream truly dared to attack and capture a Celestial Dragon, it would undoubtedly be a super hot topic!
And that was precisely why he mentioned the Celestial Dragons.
"Spare me, Mr. Morgans. Daring to target the World Nobles would attract admirals."
Zyhark sighed, acting as if he was exasperated with Morgans.
Though outwardly calm, his inner thoughts were a whirlwind.
When Morgans mentioned "Celestial Dragons," the wishing pool hidden in his mind reacted...
It actually reacted!
(End of Chapter)