Sigh... After that round of hospitality, Carlos even felt a flicker of reluctance to discard John Matt once he had served his purpose.
Unfortunately, Carlos quickly snuffed out that thought himself. A bed of roses was a hero's grave; he could not abandon his original plan over such trifling favors. When it was time to act, he would still act.
At eleven that night, everyone had finished enjoying themselves and was refreshed. It was time to discuss serious business.
Only Carlos and John Matt remained in the private room. Everyone else stood guard outside while the two spoke in secret.
The two sat facing each other on soft sofas. The coffee table was covered with exquisite pastries and two bottles of wine.
"Mr. Tobi, were you satisfied with tonight's arrangements?" John Matt asked with a smile, lifting a glass of wine.
Carlos also raised a glass. They toasted each other from afar and took a sip.
"Very satisfied. Mr. Matt is generous—a man meant for great things."
"I'm glad you were satisfied. Speaking of which, Mr. Tobi truly lives up to his reputation as a strong man, no matter the field. I heard the woman from your room had to be helped out and could barely walk."
Carlos and John Matt exchanged a glance, then burst out laughing at the same time.
"Ahahaha..."
After sharing that knowing laughter, Carlos finally spoke with utmost confidence. "I appreciate Mr. Matt's warm hospitality. In our future business, I can give Mr. Matt a ten-percent discount."
"To be frank, I came from the Grand Line to the West Sea for money. I need money to accomplish something important."
"What that important matter is, I cannot reveal."
"I only want Mr. Matt to understand one thing: my Devil Fruit ability is highly suited to assassination,