Ambush me? With you?
Before long, an old man carrying a dim oil lamp opened the door. He glanced at Ronglin and said, "This shop is closed. Please find somewhere else." With that, he reached out to shut the door.
Ronglin wedged one hand against the door and leaned his face into the lamp's light. He said coldly, "I once fought Garp to a draw at Marineford and drove back Sengoku and Akainu. If you think you have someone here who can stand shoulder to shoulder with a Marine admiral, then go ahead and close the door."
A flicker of shock crossed the old man's sinister eyes. When he carefully examined Ronglin's face, he found that it was indeed the face from the wanted poster—the one worth five hundred million Beli.
"What do you want?" the old man asked through gritted teeth. Ronglin's recent exploits had caused quite a stir. Every major force was trying their best to recruit this exceptionally powerful man. Unless necessary, no one wanted to provoke such a formidable figure.
"I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to ask you something." Ronglin looked into the little shop and asked, "Do you know the detailed records of items deposited and retrieved from your Dark Exchange?"
Anger suddenly flared in the old man's eyes. Taking someone's money meant keeping their secrets. Ronglin was directly prying into the privacy of the Dark Exchange's other customers, and he was doing so in such a forceful manner.
But the old man did not have the strength to vent the rage in his heart.
"Yes!" In the end, the old man chose to yield. "Which one do you want to know about?"
Ronglin said, "Since this afternoon, has anyone urgently retrieved an item they had deposited at the Dark Exchange