Kalifa adjusted her exquisite glasses, her gaze behind the lenses calm and professional.
"Sir, what are the arrangements next? Are we going to take over the businesses left behind by the Capone Family?"
Dawn shook his head, walked behind the desk, and sank into the soft backrest of his chair.
"There's no need."
In a calm tone, he dropped a fact that left everyone somewhat stunned.
"The Capone Family didn't have any worthwhile businesses at all."
He paused, looked at Kalifa's slightly dazed expression, and explained further:
"If we had to name something, the ship they came on, along with whatever supplies and weapons might still be aboard, were the most valuable things they owned."
Kalifa was genuinely stunned. She had never expected that Capone Bege, the leader of an organization ranked among the Five Families of the West Blue, would not have any stable businesses or sources of income.
That was completely different from the major bosses she knew, who ran casinos, bars, protection rackets, and even smuggling operations. They were practically worse off than the small gangs on the streets that only collected scattered protection fees.
Even petty thugs knew how to create an income stream.
On these seas, whether pirates or gangsters possessed stable businesses and sources of income was one of the most direct ways to distinguish their rank and strength.
Those famous great pirates often operated many gray-area or even legitimate businesses under their banners to earn enormous profits. Otherwise, there was no way they could support massive crews and maintain supplies of weapons and ammunition.
Once an organization reached a certain scale, trying to sustain daily expenses purely through plunder was nothing more than a pipe dream.
Stussy, Stella, and Robin, standing nearby, also showed faint traces of surprise.
They understood this unwritten rule