Somewhere in the New World.
A certain man was speaking with his subordinate.
"...Lord Umit, that man said exactly that."
The person on the other end of the line said.
"Just as expected, a Fishman who has no idea how vast the sea is."
The man known as Lord Umit spoke coldly. "Does he think that just because he has the Shichibukai and the World Government backing him, I can do nothing to him?"
"Lord Umit, then what do you mean?"
The person on the other end asked, "Are we making a move against them? I'll gather manpower immediately."
"Idiot! That guy may be a frog at the bottom of a well, but I have to admit that the Shichibukai aren't someone we can provoke lightly! And they're Fishmen, too!"
Umit roared.
If he thoroughly enraged Fish-Man Island, how was he supposed to keep doing business?
The deep sea was the domain of Fishmen and merfolk.
"Didn't he tell me to steal his customers? Then I'll do exactly as he wishes!"
Umit shouted, "Go find Tesoro. Find his other partner too. Tell them we're willing to transport their goods for free."
"For free?"
The person on the other end cried out.
"They're only two companies. It doesn't matter if we do it for free!"
Umit sneered. This was the advantage of being the first mover: he could rely on that head start to wage a price war without restraint. "Also, contact his two transport crews. Tell those Fishmen that if they're willing to work for me, I'll pay them twice whatever that guy is paying them. If twice isn't enough, then three times! If that's still not enough, five times!"
"I refuse to believe Fishmen aren't greedy for money!"
"I'd like to see whether that guy will choose to cooperate