Marco was a wanted criminal. He wanted to go, but he had no invitation.
So the moment he made that request, it was obvious he wanted Pick's invitation!
Although his identity would still need to be verified upon landing on the island, making impersonation impossible, with an invitation at least the ship he was on could enter the harbor safely.
Saint Qing Island was located in the Southern Pacific Ocean. The island had massive cannons and missile launch platforms, with patrol fleets surrounding it. Not just anyone could approach.
Without an invitation, Marco would not even get to see Saint Qing Island before being intercepted and driven away. If he tried to force his way through, he would be sunk on the spot.
If he could get close to Saint Qing Island, he would have a chance to see Luo Yan. After all, Luo Yan's fleet was bound to be enormous and highly conspicuous.
"Uncle, give me that invitation! I hold the truth behind Musa's death. I'm going there to do something important! It concerns the organization's safety!" Marco said.
Pick was helpless. What could he say? He could only reply, "You're going to do something important, so of course I won't stop you. But you're wanted. It's one thing for you to hide here with me, but what if the Illuminati's informants spot you on the way?"
Texas was inland, and Saint Qing Island was far away. There was no telling whether someone might spot him along the route. After all, most of Pick's men were also members of the Illuminati.
Marco said resolutely, "What's there to fear? Just kill everyone who sees me!"
Pick froze, fear appearing on his face. "Would you kill me too?"
Marco was taken aback, then shook his head. "Uncle, don't be ridiculous. I