Witt sat in the not-so-spacious conference room, casually scanning everything around him through his round-rimmed sunglasses.

To be honest, as a negotiator, he is not the kind of vulgar person who pays attention to pomp and circumstance, but in terms of the place where a mafia cadre receives foreign guests, it is indeed a bit too shabby.

If this is not to humiliate himself, then Witt can only think that the other party's financial resources are really quite limited, and there is basically no potential for cooperation.

"Please use tea."

Witt habitually touched the tattoo of the weather vane on the back of his hand, and glanced up at the girl who served him tea.

Werther: "I've heard before that the boss of Golden Rose is just a little ghost, but I didn't expect that even the secretary and his subordinates are all half-grown children, haha." ”

Lily: "If you have any complaints about this, you can report directly to the president in a while, and I have no authority to answer your questions." ”

"Questions? No, no, no, little girl, I'm just wondering if there's any need to waste time by sitting here. Werther stuck out his tongue and scratched his lips, "The Capone family is not philanthropists, and the cooperation between the gangsters requires both parties to have enough capital, if your president is just looking for something to eat, then you can go to the Osiris family, why waste our time." ”

Werther spread his hands and was about to get up and leave, but at that moment, the door to the conference room was pushed open from the outside.

Although the young man in the black striped suit did not speak, his ice-blue eyes gave people a sense of depth far beyond his age, like a whirlpool in the sea, and people couldn't help but cast a searching gaze in the direction where he was.

However, when Werther really turned around and stared at the young man's figure, he didn't seem to see anything... The indifferent face is like a natural mask, hiding all emotional fluctuations, separating the two sides in two completely different worlds.

"Mr. Witt, is it? Have a seat. ”

Douglas nodded to the other and sat down on the other side of the round table.

It was only at this time that the Negotiator of the Capone family was relieved from his first surprise.

Witt: "Aha, you're so scary at such a young age, no wonder the thugs on Scampala Island say you're a monster." ”

Douglas: "It's not about the business we're talking about. ”

Witt: "That's hard to say, since Godfather Capone has given me full authority over cooperation, then any word of conversation between us could affect the outcome of the negotiations, and now I am obviously much more interested in you than you claim to be in business." ”

As a professional negotiator, Witt certainly knows the importance of taking the initiative in the bargaining process.

In the process of the confrontation between the two sides just now, he obviously fell into the disadvantage because of his carelessness, and even so, of course he had to find an opportunity to move back to the disadvantage.

However, the young man sitting across from him was unmoved, and the demon did not look like a child at all.

"Don't be foolish with Mr. Werther, since Capenbeck has decided to send you here, it proves that the letter I sent earlier has aroused his interest, and if you turn around and leave now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain."

With a few words, Werther's concerns were shattered, and Douglas re-elevated his position to the same height as the other leader. This made Witt angry and at the same time became more interested in the teenager.

- It's hard to imagine that a child can get to the point in just a few words and take advantage of a confrontation with a gang negotiator

"Haha, sharp-toothed little ghost! In that case, we don't need to talk nonsense anymore, let's say, what exactly is the plan that can subvert the distribution of power of the entire West Sea mafia mentioned in your letter? ”

Douglas: "The most important bargaining chip I have is the plan itself, and I would be a little too stupid to tell you all about it." ”

Werther: "Interesting! In that case, how are you going to convince me to pardon you for the great sin of deliberately playing tricks on the Capone family!? ”

Werther sat back in his chair and crossed his legs.

At the same time, he quickly reached for the revolver on his waist with his right hand. The muzzle of the black hole was then pointed at Douglas's head, and Werther's finger was already attached to the trigger!

And in the face of such a simple and direct threat, the boy still behaved quite calmly...

As the most special gang organization in the West Sea, the Capone Gangs have been established for a relatively short time compared to other predecessors, so in order to expand their power, they have always shown the style of mad dogs in front of the public!

Some people think that when the financial and material resources are inferior to the other five major gangs, it is precisely by relying on this kind of momentum that he dares to fight that he can quickly gather people's hearts and pull up a team of his own.

In Douglas's view, however, there is more to it than that.

He feels that there are some people in this world who do not use conventional ideas as the standard for their actions, some people naturally like to see the world burn, while some people are almost paranoid and ignore the results and simply enjoy the process of chasing...

Even if those things are not necessary, even if they themselves know that the slightest mistake in this dangerous chase will make them doomed.

And Capenbecki is this kind of person.

He never restrained his ambitions, and went around stirring up strife that was not beneficial to him, as if he was just keen on it... And more than ten years later, Capenbergi, who was still just a rookie of pirates, joined the Big Mom Pirates, one of the Four Emperors, after entering the Great Voyage, but in fact, it was just to find an opportunity to kill Aunt Charlotte Lingling and replace her!

This guy's madness can be seen from this...

As his subordinate, Werther's sudden change of face can be regarded as "gentle".

"Actually, a revolver doesn't make me beg for mercy, Mr. Werther." Douglas propped his elbows on the table and crossed his hands in front of him, "If you don't have the patience to listen to me, just shoot." ”

"I don't dare to kill you if you eat it to death?"

"I didn't eat anyone, I just didn't care."

"Little ghost, overconfidence is sometimes not a good thing."

"Don't talk nonsense, shoot."

"Huh!"

With a sneer, Werther then actually pulled the trigger!

For him, even if he did kill Douglas, it was not a big deal, and as a negotiator of the mafia, even the Capone godfather could not blame him for shooting and killing people under such provocative verbal coercion.

However, the bullet aimed at Douglas's eyebrows did not kill the boy after all...

Almost at the same time as he opened fire, a paper wall half a meter high and tens of centimeters thick suddenly rose in the center of the round table!

Bullets fired from the chamber of the gun pierced nearly half the thickness of this "wall", but ultimately failed to penetrate it completely.

In this case, Douglas, who was sitting on the other side of the wall, was naturally unharmed.

"Now, can we officially start talking? Mr. Witt. ”