Snake Path Rat Road

In Snake Path Rat Road, most people make a living by selling information.

These informants, active in Mad Hatter Town, might not be as formidable as giants like the Marines or the Revolutionary Army who can twist information to their will, but they can still provide all sorts of conveniences.

To find the killer who attacked his comrades, Lagron had no choice but to pay for their help.

And Wolf Rat, it was said, had a sense of smell even sharper than a dog's.

This was the cold, sharp-featured man standing before him.

Lagron sat on the sofa, struggling to calm his emotions.

The thought of Wolf Rat touching him from behind earlier without him noticing sent a chill down his spine.

This guy clearly had the ability, yet he chose to hide in the gutters doing this kind of work.

Lagron couldn't understand it.

As soon as the two sat down, the taciturn bartender promptly brought two glasses of wine and then silently returned behind the bar.

Wolf Rat extended his right hand, his fingers long and slender, and gently picked up a wine glass, playing with it.

Without waiting for Lagron to state his purpose, he spoke on his own, "Lagron, a cadre of the Sharp Bull Pirates, right? That incident last night, though minor, I've heard about it. So, you want to hire me to find the killer?"

Being recognized by Wolf Rat and having his intentions guessed.

Lagron wasn't surprised.

How could anyone survive in the information business without some skill?

What surprised him more was the display of power Wolf Rat had just shown.

"Yes."

Lagron didn't need to say more. He directly placed a money bag on the table.

Wolf Rat picked up the money bag and weighed it, then untied the drawstring and peeked inside.

With his years of experience handling money, he could accurately estimate the sum without counting.

"Starting now?"

He put away the money bag with satisfaction and looked at Lagron.

"That would be best."

Lagron nodded heavily.

Wolf Rat smiled and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

As for Lagron, he hadn't touched the wine the bartender had brought him from beginning to end.

The two stood up and walked out of the bar, one after the other.

Soon, Wolf Rat and Lagron arrived at the bloodstains in the alley.

Wolf Rat squatted down to examine the dried bloodstains and said, "I heard they were shot through twice. First, the side of the neck, where a bullet penetrates more easily, and then the center of the forehead. The person who did this is clearly a ruthless individual specializing in sniping."

Lagron's expression was blank.

He wasn't in the mood to listen to Wolf Rat's analysis, but out of respect for the man's abilities, he couldn't rush him.

Wolf Rat paid no mind to Lagron's mood and said sinisterly, "The most troublesome kind of person is someone who ambushes you with a shot, leaving you no chance to retaliate. But..."

Wolf Rat's nose twitched, instantly turning into a narrow, black rat's nose.

"It's thanks to their activity that my business thrives."

He sniffed the air, and various scents transformed into information in his mind.

Filtering through thousands, then hundreds, then tens, then one.

After quickly isolating the desired scent information, Wolf Rat slowly stood up and looked upwards.

"Follow me."

He exerted force with his feet and lightly leaped onto the roof of a building.

Lagron followed closely behind.

So, he was a Devil Fruit user of the Zoan-type Rat-type, no wonder he specialized in this.

With this, finding the sniper was as good as a done deal.

The two leaped across the rooftops and soon arrived at the spot where Maud had sniped last night.

Wolf Rat glanced at the scene. The information converted from scent instantly materialized an invisible trajectory, extending from this point into the distance.

Following that scent trail, Wolf Rat headed towards Saul's Weapon Shop.

Lagron followed closely behind Wolf Rat.

Wolf Rat's target was clearly Saul's weapon shop. As they closed within twenty meters, he suddenly stopped.

"Found them?"

Seeing this, Lagron's eyes grew cold, thinking Wolf Rat had found the target.

Wolf Rat didn't answer Lagron's question but looked down at a spot in the alley.

The scent trail split, one leading in the direction of Saul's Weapon Shop, the other an alleyway extending from it to their current location.

But this wasn't why Wolf Rat had suddenly stopped.

Even though the trail split, the final destination was still Saul's Weapon Shop, so this branching path wouldn't affect the final search results.

The root of the problem lay in...

Wolf Rat looked towards Saul's Weapon Shop with a solemn expression, catching a faint glimpse of a corner of the shop's entrance.

"This scent isn't from that old man, but it's definitely related."

He thought to himself.

Seeing Wolf Rat's silence, Lagron frowned slightly and pressed, "Did you find anything or not?"

"I found it."

Wolf Rat glanced back at Lagron and said, "But for the money's sake, I suggest you give up."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, just a complimentary suggestion."

Lagron said coldly, "I don't need you to worry about that. Your job is to lead me to the target."

Wolf Rat shrugged and said no more.

He followed the scent trail, leading Lagron to the front of Saul's Weapon Shop.

"The culprit is in that shop. It's none of my business after this."

"Wolf Rat, our deal was to find the target, not just point somewhere and be done with it."

Seeing Wolf Rat point and prepare to leave, Lagron's tone turned hostile.

Wolf Rat first glanced warily at the weapon shop's door, then sneered at Lagron.

"Fine. The owner of that shop is an old man, and the cashier is a woman with a scar on her face."

"Which one is the culprit?"

"Neither of them."

Lagron suppressed the urge to draw his sword upon hearing this.

Wolf Rat spread his hands. "The culprit isn't the old man, nor is it the woman, but there are three people in that shop in total. Understand?"

Lagron snorted.

Although he didn't understand why Wolf Rat didn't directly reveal the identity of the third person, the target's location had finally been confirmed.

Lagron had no idea that Wolf Rat wasn't refusing to say, but rather that he knew nothing about the third person.

This weapon shop was one of the few places Wolf Rat dared not meddle with. If he had known the culprit was from the weapon shop from the start, he would have never taken this job.

But since the deal was made, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and complete it.

Therefore, Wolf Rat didn't even dare to mention the names of Saul and Sunny. He could only indirectly reveal the existence of a third person through elimination by scent.

In reality, he didn't even know when this third person had appeared.

But since they were also a member of the weapon shop...

After completing the transaction, Wolf Rat didn't linger and immediately returned to the bar.

Lagron watched Wolf Rat leave, then glanced at the weapon shop with its door slightly ajar.

After pondering for a moment where he stood, Lagron also turned and left.

That evening.

A shifty-looking customer arrived at Saul's Weapon Shop.

As soon as he entered, he headed for the only three shelves inside the shop.

While pretending to examine the weapons on the shelves, he subtly observed the three people in the shop.

A dwarf old man.

A scarred young woman.

A rather handsome young man.

Got it.

With a clear picture in mind, the customer casually pulled a used saber with a small nick and a less-than-impressive appearance from the third shelf, then walked to the counter.

"How much?"

"Fifty thousand Belly."

Saul didn't even look up.

The man thought this shoddy knife would be worth at most ten thousand Belly. He never expected it to be the regular price. He cursed the shop as a rip-off under his breath but decisively paid and left.

After the customer left the shop, Saul finally looked up at the shop door.

"Tsk..."