Tesoro returned to the cramped, damp house and sat in the corner, curling up.
He reflected on himself while searching for the right path.
Without a doubt, Tesoro believed in his ability to make money.
He was eloquent and good at reading people's expressions. He could easily make money just by setting up a street stall.
However, knowing how to make money alone wasn't enough.
Without strength, he would still be bullied.
He needed power—not only to protect himself, but also to change his fate.
But how was he supposed to become stronger?
If he continued staying with the Wolf Gang, he would definitely have no future.
Marineford, Marine Headquarters.
Connor came to Victor's side and said, "Senior, Bart of the Wolf Gang reported to you that, following your instructions, he has been giving Tesoro a thorough beating lately."
"Mm," Victor replied.
Everything had been arranged by him.
Now, all the underground forces on the Sabaody Archipelago had to learn to kneel and lick Victor's boots.
Only then could they survive.
The Wolf Gang was naturally no exception.
The Wolf Gang's leader, Bart, had heard that he was working for Victor, so he was naturally very diligent.
Over the past few days, whenever the Wolf Gang members found an opportunity, they would beat up Tesoro.
Connor continued, "Senior, that kid is surprisingly patient. He still hasn't left the Wolf Gang."
Connor hadn't originally held any expectations for Tesoro.
However, after Connor had people keep an eye on him, he discovered that Tesoro really could endure.
"He's looking for an opportunity." Victor looked at the newspaper as he spoke. "The more patient a person is, the more capable he is of accomplishing great things."
"Mm." Connor agreed with Victor's view.
At that moment, the broadcast in the office sounded.
"All officers