Zhong Hao shook his head. "No. Even if you gave me three billion, I wouldn't know how to spend it, let alone thirty billion. Besides, that's half his liquid capital. If it's reduced, who knows whether his businesses will shrink drastically, or whether they can still provide ten billion every year afterward."
That was indeed how he felt. Most of what he needed was priceless and unavailable on the market; rather than keep a pile of useless paper, he might as well use the Navy's influence to gather intelligence, then go straight to the door and "ask" for it.
"Thirty billion... The Navy can't even come up with three billion. We can only apply to the World Government." Sengoku smacked his lips, then added, "Zhong Hao, if you hadn't saved Lofix this time, he wouldn't have been able to provide the Navy with funding. For such a great contribution, you can make a request—perhaps a famed blade, or a Devil Fruit."
Zhong Hao shook his head and declined. "Not for now. Save it for me first. I won't eat a Devil Fruit, and Sea Fang is enough for me. A Supreme Grade Blade wouldn't show its full power before I become a master swordsman anyway. Besides, Lofix promised to collect Supreme Grade Blades for me. With his influence spread across West Blue, it shouldn't be difficult. As for the highest-grade Supreme Blades after that, I already have a target in mind."
Sengoku inwardly marveled at how decisive he was at such a young age. "One of the highest-grade Supreme Blades? That demonic sword?"
Zhong Hao nodded. "Yes. Once I'm strong enough, I'll head to the New World and find it."
Eight days had passed since the previous conversation in the Fleet Admiral's office. During those eight days, Zhong Hao