In a secluded island, surrounded by dense forests and steep cliffs, it appeared exceptionally hidden.
Morgans personally stood on the pier, watching as crates of phones were loaded onto the ship.
The one responsible for this operation was Sabo.
Ever since the cooperation details were finalized with Dragon, Dragon couldn't wait to send Sabo to transport the phones.
"Sabo, you must be careful. There are many people eyeing these phones right now," Morgans cautioned, his tone serious.
Sabo rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Uncle Morgans. This route is a special one chosen by our Revolutionary Army, so there won't be any problems. Plus, we have our people watching along the way, ensuring absolute foolproof safety."
Morgans just smiled and said nothing.
This cooperation, of course, had Ron's approval.
At that time, when he didn't know who to look for, Dragon's call coincidentally came in.
So, he decided to turn the tables and chose Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, as his partner for this venture.
On one hand, he valued Dragon's secret transportation capabilities; on the other hand, Dragon's faction was very interesting—neither Marine nor pirate, but rather a party that also wished for a world free of violence.
"Um... Uncle Morgans, could you give us another million phones this time? A million seems a bit too little," Sabo tentatively negotiated.
Morgans, however, shook his head and said earnestly, "Don't be so eager, young man. Let me see your capabilities first. If you sell out within a week, then the next quantity will be several times this amount."
"Alright, it's a deal then," Sabo said, watching the crates of phones being loaded onto the ship, his eyes full of determination.
This was also the first mission Dragon had given him, and he had to complete it perfectly.
After the cargo was loaded, Sabo waved goodbye to Morgans, then turned and left.
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Drum Kingdom,
Here, snowflakes fell year-round, as if the snow-covered land would never see spring.
Also known as Winter Island, the Island of Snowflakes, the temperature was extremely low. People on the streets were all bundled in thick cotton clothes, resisting the biting cold.
Their exhaled breath instantly turned into white mist, and people hurried along, as if trying to escape the endless severe cold.
The news agency also had a newsstand here specifically for selling newspapers, but it had been abandoned for many years.
The reason was simple: Wapol's tyranny. He not only persecuted doctors but also ordered the closure of all newsstands.
Just because these residents read too many newspapers and dared to resist him, he directly ordered the pursuit of all doctors and, incidentally, the blockade of newsstands.
From then on, the only way for residents here to obtain outside information was through secretly transmitted News Pigeons, and they only dared to stay at the edge of the port, because that area was not under Drum Kingdom's jurisdiction; it belonged to the sea.
But now it was different; Wapol was very well-behaved. Everything was thanks to those kind people who brought phones yesterday, calling themselves the Revolutionary Army.
At this moment,
Wapol, bruised and swollen, looked at the bustling newsstand in front of him. People held money in their hands, clamoring to buy phones!
"Damn it, Ben Hema, how did those guys know I was back?!" Wapol roared furiously.
"Damn it, those guys dared to hit me!"
"When I get rich, I'll definitely hire the strongest bodyguards. Whoever dares to come, I'll knock them down!"
Wapol was riding on a huge hippopotamus, but his current appearance was disheveled, looking as if he had been beaten, even losing a front tooth.
The surrounding populace ignored him, completely devoid of their previous fear.
The story goes back to after Ron finished his live stream.
Because Wapol accidentally sent the wrong gift, he lost his only bit of money and could only sneak back to Drum Kingdom, planning to extort some more money and then flee.
But when he found that those hateful pirates had left, he became extremely excited and decided not to leave, preparing to make a big move, teaching these unruly commoners a good lesson and making them give him more money!
Just as he was about to implement his plan, a group of fierce-looking individuals arrived!
The leader carried an unknown backpack and weapons like cannon barrels. He had a cat-like face, wore scientific glasses, and held a phone, filming as he walked.
It was none other than the Revolutionary Army's South Army Captain, Lindeberg!
Following him were also members of the Revolutionary Army.
Their purpose for being here was simple: to sell phones.
At the same time, they watched Ron's live stream and utterly detested scum like Wapol.
So, while escorting the phones, Lindeberg specifically made a "detour" here to "take care" of Wapol.
"Folks, we've arrived at that scum's lair, Drum Kingdom. The scenery here is quite nice, just a bit cold," Lindeberg said, shivering, but then his expression turned serious, and he spoke righteously, "But for the sake of your requests, no matter how cold it is, we must come to Drum Kingdom and teach that scum a lesson!"
The gang following him also cheered, as if afraid Wapol wouldn't notice them.
"That's right, Wapol, you bastard, come out now! Your grandpa is here!"
"Don't hide! I know you're back, come out now!"
"How dare you do such things to the people! If we don't beat the crap out of you today, we, the Revolutionary Army, don't deserve to live in this world!"
Wapol, who had never experienced the harsh realities of society, couldn't tolerate such insults. He slowly rode out on his hippopotamus, arrogantly looking at the group of people in front of him.
The two sides met, exchanged a few insults, and then immediately started fighting!
Without any surprise, Wapol was captured.
However,
After Wapol's desperate pleas and promises not to repeat his actions, Lindeberg did not kill him. Instead, he began recording a video.
If it weren't for not having enough followers, they would have started a live stream long ago!
TikTok requires 1,000 followers to start a live stream and also to enable the shopping cart feature.
There was also Dragon's task of gaining followers, so Lindeberg had an almost obsessive dedication to reaching 1,000 followers.
After Wapol filmed an extremely humiliating video, those guys finally left.
However, they gave Dorton a phone, asking him to keep an eye on Wapol and send them videos every day.
Because they found that ever since they posted the video of brutalizing Wapol, their follower count surged, already reaching several hundred!
"Hey, I'm talking to you guys! Why aren't you kneeling before your king?!" Wapol was furious to see these commoners who completely disregarded him.
But a voice from the side instantly made him obedient again: "Go on, keep talking. I'm recording." Dorton had already raised his phone, filming Wapol's every move.
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