"How?" Lawrence asked softly.

Grosso glanced into Lawrence's eyes, which were no longer the confusion, restlessness, and struggle he had seen when he first met Lawrence.

Grosso then closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

Looking at his subordinates not far away, these people were either his close young companions or the slum boys who trusted Grosso, either way, Grosso didn't want to treat them badly.

Grosso also believed that his subordinates coveted the position of patrolman.

"I agree, as long as I can let the beast live and die."

Grosso finally sighed, nodded in agreement with Lawrence's proposal, then stood up, stretched and said:

"By the way, One-Eye's dead, and those things in his gang are ours."

Now that Lawrence had been promised, Grosso was also amuseful to make One-Eye's property the common property of the patrol.

After Grosso's reminder, Lawrence remembered that One-Eye had quite a bit of wealth, and the private treasury alone contributed 2,000 gold to Lawrence.

The two returned to their respective men and agreed to meet at the Sea Serpents' headquarters in an hour.

Lawrence first sent the seriously injured men back to the station to recuperate, and then told the news of the recruitment of Grosso Sr. to Sean and Yaan.

"What?! They're gang members, just... It's just a bunch of hooligans. ”

Old Sean reacted the most, almost jumping in surprise.

Yaan didn't say a word, he had sworn to follow Lawrence alone, and the affairs of the team had little to do with him.

"To deal with a group of ruffians, it's better to use another group of ruffians." Lawrence shook his head slightly, sticking to his decision.

"But... I'm not always at ease with these people. Old Sean was still very worried, and hesitated.

This problem is actually what Lawrence is worried about, although Grosso is his savior, but at present, the trust of the two is still maintained by the common enemy Ciro.

Once Ciro died, Grosso would not obey his orders, and Lawrence was also unknown.

"After Grosso and them officially join the patrol, they must find a way to divide Grosso's absolute leadership over his subordinates..."

Thinking of this, Lawrence glanced at Ya'an behind him out of the corner of his eye, and the picture of Lawrence who had just fought bloodily to protect himself was still vivid.

For Ya'an, Lawrence will choose unconditional trust, since this is the case...

"Ya'an, there is a task assigned to you." Lawrence walked over to Yaan and whispered.

"My lord said it bluntly, I won't refuse." Ya'an didn't ask what it was, and replied firmly.

Lawrence lowered his voice again and said:

"I'll have you stationed with Grosso in the West Quarter. You have two missions, one is to cooperate with Grosso to eliminate several major gangs, and the other is to try to establish his authority among Grosso's subordinates and seize the leadership. ”

Ya'an just nodded concisely and said, "Understood." ”

Hearing Ya'an's answer, Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, with him and Grosso in Xicheng District, plus those muskets that Poly promised to send, with a little training, it would not be a big problem to deal with those gangs after that.

And with Ya'an's prestige in the Xicheng District Patrol, Lawrence doesn't have to worry about whether Grosso will part ways with him in the future.

After resting in place for a while, Lawrence led the group to the Sea Serpent Gang headquarters, where Grosso had been waiting for a long time when Lawrence arrived.

In front of me was a large tin warehouse, the walls of which were covered with rust, and it seemed that it had been occupied by the Sea Serpents for many years.

Because One-Eyed brought out the entire gang when he ambushed Lawrence, the warehouse was empty at this time, and Grosso directly sent someone to smash the door of the warehouse open.

The warehouse has two floors, the second floor is the gang's quarters, and although the humble environment reminds Lawrence of the construction site dormitory in his previous life, it is much more comfortable than the slum shacks, at least living in it without wind and rain.

On the first floor, there are many miscellaneous items scattered around, and even a few machetes are thrown on the ground, and it seems that these rough people have no habit of picking up on weekdays.

And in the very center of the warehouse, there is a large wooden box covered with an oilcloth, and it is not known what is inside.

As soon as Lawrence entered the door, he ordered old Sean: "Take someone to search, only cash." ”

Grosso stepped forward directly and ripped off the huge oilcloth, revealing the three wooden boxes below.

Grosso glanced at the three boxes, and immediately his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim:

"This damn one-eyed man is smuggling such good goods in his hands."

"What's that?" Lawrence stepped forward with a frown, wondering what could make Grosso, who had seen the wind and waves, so excited.

"Tobacco, and it's a high-end product, look here, it's produced in the Viceroyalty of Brazil, and it is printed with the flag of the Portuguese royal family, which is definitely a high-end product smoked by nobles."

Grosso explained as he caressed the wooden box, smiling uncontrollably.

"How much is it worth?"

Lawrence asked, who had never smoked cigarettes and was not curious about the high-end tobacco of 200 years ago, only about how much the three crates were worth.

"It's hard to say, if you find a good buyer, you Corsicans can sell them for five thousand gold." Grosso rubbed his chin and laboriously converted his usual lira into Corsican gold coins.

"Can you find a seller?" Lawrence asked with a frown.

Grosso pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders and boasted:

"I've been floating at sea for decades, and I've traveled from the Americas to Venice, and I guess many of them are interested in this shipment."

"It's up to you, you find a way to sell it yourself, and the money will be distributed to you in the name of the patrol." Lawrence knocked on the box and said calmly.

The cost of the patrol team stationed in Xicheng District is naturally not small, and these dozens of people need a lot of food and drink just for daily use. Fortunately, after One-Eye's death, it was a surprise for Lawrence, and the windfall was used as the start-up fund for the Xicheng District Patrol.

"Okay, this money is estimated to last for half a year."

Grosso nodded excitedly, ordering several of his subordinates to carefully move the boxes back to his headquarters.

At the same time, Grosso couldn't help but glance at Lawrence a few times, if it were him, he would inevitably swallow this batch of goods into his own hands, but he didn't expect Lawrence to let it out so generously.

"Maybe it's right to follow this kid." Grosso thought silently.

At the same time, old Sean also excitedly brought someone over with a heavy wooden box and said:

"Sir Bonaparte, I found it, the vaults of the Sea Serpents are all in it."

Lawrence opened the box, and in front of him was a small mountain of gold coins, which was more spectacular than the two thousand gold private property of One-Eye.

"How many?" Lawrence said, picking up a gold coin and examining it for a moment, confirming that it was genuine, and then throwing it back into the box.

"There is an account book next to the box, which records 3,540 pieces, this is a private account, and it will not be wrong." Old Sean couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and rubbed his hands and replied.

This amount surprised Lawrence, but it was understandable to think that One-Eye was one of the few gang leaders in Xicheng after all.

If the other leaders can be as rich as One-Eye, I'm afraid that Poly will be the first to sit still, and directly send troops to turn Xicheng District upside down.

"Add 3,000 gold to the patrol soldier's subsidy share, and the remaining 500 gold will be distributed to the patrol soldier who was wounded today."

Lawrence skillfully distributed the huge sum of money, not keeping even one of them to himself.

This scene made Grosso and his subordinates even more stunned, a mountain of gold was placed in front of them, Lawrence didn't even look at it, and distributed it to his subordinates between two sentences.

Even Lawrence's subordinates, the patrolmen who had already received their share once, couldn't help but look at Lawrence feverishly, the visual impact of this chest full of gold coins was too great.

The experienced Grosso frowned tightly, his eyes staring straight at Lawrence.

He had been on the sea for nearly twenty years, and had heard that some pirate captains were not interested in money, and gave all to their subordinates. And the names of those people are still sung as legends in the Seven Seas.

Grosso meditated in his heart:

"This young man... Maybe it's worth following. ”