CP0 wielded enormous power, but even with all the nerve in the world, that Secret Agent would not dare burn those civilians in front of Fujitora.
Fujitora might have been blind, but he could still tell plague victims from famine refugees.
Besides, these Secret Agents had not come on the government's orders. They were acting on orders from a certain Family, passed off as the government's.
That Family had always controlled the amber lead business, too.
"Mr. Issho, these people may have a peculiar plague that doesn't affect their appetite. But we—"
"Bullshit!" Fujitora roared, spraying the Secret Agent's face with spittle.
"What?" The black-clad Secret Agent stared at him in disbelief.
"I said bullshit. Do you think being blind means I can't see what's happening? These people are healthy. They're just weak. Who gave you the right to burn healthy civilians?
Someone bring me my Den Den Mushi."
Fujitora made his decision. The situation was clear now: the Antonio Family was behind this.
The black-clad Secret Agent's expression shifted. After wiping the spittle from his face, he fixed Fujitora with an icy stare.
"Remember what you said today, Fujitora. Do you know who you're crossing? I'm only a messenger. Someone will deal with you."
Fujitora said nothing more and waited for his adjutant.
Fujitora's adjutant was no weakling. He soon fetched a Den Den Mushi from the ship.
Fujitora dialed and waited in silence. Before long, the call connected.
"Hello, Kimbra Drey speaking."
"Hello, this is Fujitora. I'd like to—"
Old Butler cut him off before he could finish.
"You want to speak to the young lady. I understand."
After a succession of doors opened on the other end, Fujitora heard a crisp voice scolding someone.
"What happened to you? I gave you plenty of Arms, soldiers, food, and