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In the reception room.
Ron entered after getting dressed. He found Morgans already waiting on the couch, looking like he'd been there a while. The moment Morgans saw him, he jumped up excitedly, finally reunited with his long-lost buddy.
"Ron! You're looking good! You've been hiding out here this whole time and didn't even come visit your brothers. What, did some pretty face trap you?" Morgans clapped him on the shoulder, grinning mischievously.
"Cut the crap," Ron said, swatting his arm away. "What couldn't you say on TikTok that you had to risk blowing your cover to come here in person?"
Morgans chuckled, but his tone dropped into something more cautious. "I was worried TikTok wasn't secure. What if the message got leaked or monitored?"
Ron sighed and explained patiently, "Quit talking nonsense. You know it's part of my ability. How could a Devil Fruit power be monitored?"
"Oh really?" Morgans gave him a long, meaningful look. "Still lying to me? You think I don't know whether it's an ability or not?"
Ron paused. Morgans' sharp gaze said it all. Yeah, this guy's not easy to fool.
Before he could answer, Morgans grinned and pulled him over to the couch like nothing had happened.
"Ron, you've done me a huge favor. No matter what kind of tech this is, I'm with you for life," he said solemnly, eyes filled with sincere admiration.
"Don't get all emotional. Just get to the point."
Morgans leaned in, getting serious. "It's about the phones."
"The other underworld emperors saw how much money the Revolutionary Army made selling them, and now they're all after me, wanting in on the action."
He paused, then continued, "This kind of thing can't be explained in a few messages. That's why I came in person."
Ron nodded. He understood Morgans' concerns.
The phone business had blown up. It wasn't just popular—it was explosive. One wrong move, and it could cause huge problems.
He tapped his fingers on the table, thinking. "All right. Tell me what you're thinking first. We'll figure it out from there."
"I think we need to cooperate with the other underworld forces," Morgans said. "If we want to go global with the phones, we'll need their power. Some areas are completely under their control. Without their cooperation, we won't be able to get the phones in."
Hearing that, Ron frowned. He should've anticipated this. With the phones gaining popularity and the profit margins being sky-high, of course the sharks were going to show up.
"Yeah… we need to handle this carefully."
Just then, Hancock, who had been quietly nearby, saw the two start discussing serious business. She stood up gracefully.
"Then I won't disturb Ron-sama. I'll go check on how my sisters' orders are doing." With a soft smile, she turned and left, gently closing the door behind her.
Ron gave a nod of thanks. Once she was gone, he motioned for Morgans to continue.
"So, what do you think of the other five emperors? To put it bluntly, who can we work with—and who can't?"
Morgans smirked like he'd been waiting for this question.
"The key issue with phone sales right now is logistics. And the man who controls the entire Grand Line's sea routes—the so-called King of Sea Transport, Giberson of the Deep Sea Current—is our most crucial partner."
"King of Sea Transport, Giberson?" Ron repeated. The name didn't ring a bell.
"Yep. Giberson's fleet spans the Four Seas. He usually runs contraband—weapons, slaves, that sort of thing. But if we work with him, we can push out mass shipments of phones across the world almost overnight."
Morgans' tone grew more excited. "His fleet is huge, his delivery speeds are insane, and he's more than capable of solving our logistics nightmare."
He paused, then added, "That's the problem with the Revolutionary Army. Sure, their influence is widespread, but they suck at shipping. We've been working with them for ages and barely moved a few million units. That's way too slow."
Ron frowned again. He'd hoped that with the Revolutionary Army's backing, they could dominate the market quickly. But it wasn't working out that way.
TikTok's user base was growing, but not fast enough. Even with the Revolutionaries pushing it, the total user count barely cracked fifty million.
Still miles away from Ron's "small goal."
"What's Giberson asking for?" Ron asked seriously. He already knew Morgans had probably made contact.
Morgans smirked. "Conditions? What conditions? We hold the cards now. He's just a collaborator. If anyone's setting terms, it's us."
He leaned back with a smug grin. "Besides, the phones cost you nothing to make. It's all pure profit!"
Ron rolled his eyes. Nothing? I still need a Berry to make one.
But he didn't argue the point. Instead, he changed the subject.
"What about the others? Who are they?"
Morgans listed them smoothly, clearly familiar.
"There's the God of Fortune, Lu Feld. The Warehousing King, Umit. The Queen of the Pleasure District, Stussy. And the most mysterious one… the Major Undertaker, Drug Peclo."
Ron blinked. "Funeral King? That's a thing?"
He genuinely couldn't associate "Undertaker" with "underworld emperor."
Morgans gave him a long look, unsure if he was joking or just clueless. "You were a potential Marine admiral, and you've never heard of this guy?"
Ron shook his head. "Nope."
Back when he was a Marine, all he did was fight pirates. Why would he know anything about funeral homes?
Seeing that Ron was being serious, Morgans sighed with genuine exasperation but moved on quickly.
"Drug Peclo controls the entire funeral industry across the Four Seas. People call him the 'Undertaker.'
He runs the corpse disposal game. Cleaning up evidence, vanishing bodies—that kind of thing. In the underground world, it's an essential and very secretive business."
Morgans' voice lowered.
"And that's not all. Rumor has it he trains a squad of assassins for dirty work."
"But none of that is the most important part. The real kicker is…"
(To be continued.)