"Ehehehe! Hades, what does an old woman like me owe this call to? Looking to increase our trade?"
A strange, shrill laugh came through the Den Den Mushi. After years of playing the mystic, Kurozumi Mucicic sounded more and more like an old witch.
"No. I just have two things to tell you."
"For now, I don't need any more people from the trade."
Before he could finish—
"What?!"
"Hades, what's wrong? Why don't you need them anymore?"
The Den Den Mushi's face turned anxious.
Mucicic's reaction was understandable. Trafficking people was the Kurozumi Family's main source of income.
Was Hades abandoning them?
The Kurozumi Clan had worked hard to build its strength. Without enough funding, they would no longer be able to remain hidden. They would have to step forward and wage war on Wano Country.
Mucicic, who was accustomed to building strength in secret, did not want that.
"Calm down. I'm the only one who doesn't need them. The trade will continue; you'll just be dealing with someone else."
Hades spoke calmly. In truth, it would still be the Kronos Kingdom trading with Mucicic. The kingdom would merely use another intermediary. The Kurozumi Clan, unaware of the arrangement, would think it was dealing with a different power.
As for anyone who caught Hades's eye, he would select another group before the residents of Wano Country were shipped away.
After that, whether they were enslaved, sold for their organs, or used in human experiments would be decided by the Underworld market. It would have nothing to do with Hades or the Kronos Kingdom.
Such crimes were common across the seas. This was only one corner of the darkness, and there was no way to put a stop to it all.
"Whew! That's a relief."
Mucicic clearly breathed easier at