"Rayleigh, have you lost your mind? Spouting such disrespectful nonsense will get you killed! Don't forget, people like us only deal with money, not people!" The elderly man standing behind him was the first to lose his composure and hurriedly spoke up.
For coaters like them, who moved between the light and the dark and dealt with pirates for money, they risked being killed by pirates at any moment.
Any pirate who had crossed the Four Blues and the first half of the Grand Line to reach this place had at least some real capability.
So, in order to stay alive, their creed was to talk less and do more.
Otherwise, one careless mistake could bring not only death upon themselves, but also retaliation against the other coaters.
"Heh heh, Brother Soss, you're still here? Looks like I nearly dragged you into this." Rayleigh gave a dry laugh and took another swig of liquor.
"But Brother, you should leave soon. There are too many eyes and ears around here—it isn't safe. You're not getting any younger, and you've already earned enough money. There's no need to keep doing this."
"This sea has become restless. If something truly happens, I'm afraid you'll get caught up in it."
As one of the Pirate King's former right-hand men, and a man known as the Dark King, unless someone was well informed about the affairs of the sea and had seen Rayleigh display his true methods and strength, few would connect the scruffy middle-aged man before them with the legendary Dark King.
What was more, the old man who had kindly warned him was seven or eight years older than Rayleigh.
As an ordinary coater, how could he possibly imagine that this scruffy man had ties to the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger?
"Rayleigh,