As a pirate who'd been battered by society, the captain's ability to read people and pick up on the atmosphere was even more reliable than his skills as a sailor. He immediately noticed that Yu Lian's reaction had been a little peculiar when he mentioned Mao Yuanzuo.
A reaction was good! Whether positive or negative, it at least meant my information was valuable. That greatly improved my chances of surviving.
Captain Planck hurriedly said, "Actually, I'm not one of the Thirteen Faces. I only helped Mr. Mao transport some goods back when I was on the organization's periphery."
"Transport goods?" Yu Lian thought such an ordinary phrase didn't belong here.
Miss Fangting added, "Yes, it was basically smuggling. Fuel crystals of B-grade or higher from New Jade Gate and high-grade sea pearls from New Lushun are both under military control in your country, so they fetch a high price on the black market."
That meant there would always be some goods that went missing, and there would always be a need for reliable transport and sales channels. That was how the bigwigs of all stripes built their private coffers.
It was nothing new. The whole universe worked that way.
But because of that, Yu Lian suddenly felt that Mr. Mao Yuanzuo's aura had taken a serious hit. His interest waned for a moment.
The number one traitor in the land? How could he be so vulgar? Come to think of it, as a great villain, you could be evil, but you couldn't be incompetent, much less vulgar.
As a great villain, did you really need to engage in "high-risk activities" like skimming cargo and smuggling just to build a private fortune? Ever heard of revolving doors? Interest rate hikes? Payday loans? If you couldn't make money legally and legitimately, what