"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter echoed through the trading hall.
Everyone knew that in this Free Trade Hall, where nothing was off-limits for buying and selling, the top trader Klaus was a cunning old fox. Expecting him to be honest was a fantasy, but if you counted on him to stick to credibility and swallow this batch of goods according to the rules, that was a sure thing.
"The Redbeard Pirate Group, I fear, has become history, right?" The bald man lounging on a sofa in the hall's rest area, with a cigar in his mouth and legs crossed, nonchalantly glanced at Steelman, who was calmly sipping his drink on the sofa's other end, and said, "Captain Steelman, just give us a straight answer today: Has the Demon's Eye made a move against the Redbeard Pirates or not?"
