"No, Shiki, what the hell are you talking about? Weren't you the one who kept clamoring to play games before?" Kaido looked thoroughly disgruntled.
Could this guy know I ate an invincible Devil Fruit, so... he's scared and doesn't dare play?
Golden Lion turned back, glanced at him, and silently grumbled to himself: Do you think everyone's like you, eating and sleeping all day? I, Shiki, have big dreams. All I care about is making money, making money, and making more money!
"You said it yourself, that was 'before.' Now..." Golden Lion stopped abruptly halfway through.
If he kept talking, he feared he would expose his plans. If the others found out, he would have more competitors.
Then Golden Lion's gaze slowly shifted, finally settling on someone else.
John sat nearby with a wineglass in hand, a perfectly measured smile on his face as he met Golden Lion's gaze head-on.
That single look made Golden Lion's entire face scrunch up instantly, and he cursed inwardly: Bastard. Sure enough, this guy's thinking the same thing as me. He's planning to make a killing on Amazon Lily too.
"Now what?" Kaido kept pressing.
Golden Lion looked away and snapped irritably, "Will you shut up, you bastard? Ask again and I'll kill you in a bit."
"It's a deal!" Kaido replied smugly.
Golden Lion: "????"
Golden Lion took a hard drag on his cigar and scrutinized Kaido.
Something's wrong.
Very wrong.
Since when were you so tough, Kaido?
Are you fucking trying to team up with Ron to screw me over? Just like last time?
"When do we start, Shiki?" Kaido asked tirelessly.
"Jihahahaha!" Golden Lion suddenly burst out laughing, then repeated Kaido's words in an obnoxious tone. "'When do we start, Shiki?' Get the hell out of here! If you've got nothing