CHAPTER 315: CHAPTER 315: [UNDERWATER]

The first batch of alcohol is destined for the south.

This was the agreement between Ethan and Wes.

After all, Wes had put a lot of effort into this matter, from funding to raw materials. You could say he handled everything himself.

All Ethan did was turn his stuff into reality, using Vasini’s land and people.

Overall, Ethan had contributed almost nothing to this matter.

So naturally, he needed to reciprocate.

At the very least, he had to deliver the first batch well.

First, to show his sincerity.

Second, to demonstrate his capability.

If he couldn’t even manage to deliver the first batch, then Wes indeed had no reason to cooperate with him.

This trip was very important; the alcohol was secondary. The key was the route, the entire operation process.

If he could get it running, the money would flow continuously afterward.

"Crenzo, I have no experience in this area at all. In fact, no one in the South District has this kind of experience. You’re all from the north, you’re experienced, it’s all up to you."

After inspecting the bootlegging plant once again, Vasini found Crenzo and his partner Aaron.

Although the Divine Envoy wasn’t very clear in his words, from the refined distillation methods to the identity background Palon showed, Vasini had a general guess.

These suddenly appearing people blessed by the gods most likely came from the north, probably from that bootleg paradise, Wenster.

However, Vasini didn’t point this out. It didn’t matter where they came from; they were all children of God, all believers.

As long as the faith was the same.

Crenzo seemed a bit impatient. He didn’t particularly like staying in the bootlegging plant.

He preferred doing big and more exciting things, like that time he executed an assassination alone in Sea King Lockeby’s territory.

Were it not for some problems at the end, he could have completed a great undertaking.

But he had to follow orders.

Orders from above.

Who was above?

Ethan.

Although he always appeared outwardly defiant towards Ethan, inwardly, he respected no one but Ethan.

This man was young yet powerful, even the long-dominant Sandro in Wenster was no match for him.

It seemed nothing could stop him.

Without realizing it, Crenzo had already made Ethan his idol.

He could ignore everyone else’s words, but not Ethan’s.

So he constrained his temperament and obediently came to this stuffy and dim bootlegging plant.

"Don’t look at me, I really don’t know about these things. At most, I’m a bit familiar with running away. It’s up to you, Crenzo."

Aaron shrugged as he looked at Vasini, saying.

He was telling the truth. Previously, when following Sandro, he just did some work at casinos and bars. Later with Ethan, he just helped oversee the bootlegging transport.

That’s how he and Crenzo met.

Comparatively, Crenzo indeed had more experience. Ethan had arranged for him to work in Wenster’s bootlegging plant, managing the entire process from production to transportation.

This was clearly meant to cultivate him.

"Alright, alright, I’ll do my best."

Being watched by two people, Crenzo felt somewhat embarrassed and could only nod.

Actually, if you talk about difficulty, there’s not much to it. The alcohol was made by specialized hands; it was just a matter of transport.

To the south, there were two routes, one by land, passing through the West District, crossing the Bis Mountain Range, and heading south along the Kingdom Road.

The advantage of the land route is that once you enter the southern territory, Wes has connections everywhere. You wouldn’t encounter inspections issues.

The disadvantage is the long journey and the time it consumes.

The other route is by sea.

The sea route is faster, but Wes has no connections at sea, and neither does Vasini.

That leaves it to Crenzo, or rather, the people behind Crenzo.

Ethan.

Ethan naturally has connections at the port, whether it’s the Sea God Church or the Sea God.

But now there’s a problem: how to transport the alcohol to the port area.

Crossing the Port District is a big problem.

Before, it was manageable, but it’s different after the assassination incident.

Old Xi Wen figured things out as soon as he left Little Ibia.

The assassination incident was essentially the Southern District Mafia causing trouble, and now, the two sides have joined forces.

Although there’s been no movement so far.

But if the alcohol were transported through their territory, it would undoubtedly be targeted.

All things considered, choosing the land route seems the best.

"They will definitely take the land route."

Port District.

Garette Street.

Golden Coast Hotel.

In this hotel, which almost triggered a major event before, three people from three factions were sitting together at this moment.

One of them was an old acquaintance of Ethan, Shark Jensen, a subordinate of Sea King Lockeby, who once played dice with him.

The other two, one was also an old acquaintance, Travis.

And the other one, with one ear bandaged, looking somewhat comical, was Hard-headed Mo Lun, one of the four godsons under Old Xi Wen.

Of course, they were not gathered here for no reason.

Now they had a common goal, a common enemy—

Vasini.

They, of course, had obtained some intelligence, such as Vasini secretly establishing an underground distillery in the South District recently and doing bootlegging business with the southerners.

And that Vasini’s first batch of bootleg alcohol was about to be shipped.

They gathered today to discuss how to sabotage Vasini’s first deal.

"Vasini has no influence in the Port District, nor any friends; he cannot go out to sea."

Shark Jensen said, with great confidence.

"Even if by some fluke he somehow found some blinded idiot willing to take the risk of helping him ship the goods, he won’t escape my eyes, so he’s unlikely to take the sea route."

Travis and Mo Lun tacitly agreed with Shark Jensen’s view.

"I will keep a tight watch on the Port District; not a single fly will get through, but the west side is up to you."

This makes sense. After all, Sea King couldn’t be expected to handle everything, or else, what would the other two parties do?

Sea King Lockeby was willing to let Travis into the game and to sit down and talk with former allies seriously, not to let them spectate.

"Don’t worry, Jensen, we will do our utmost this time."

Mo Lun said, while instinctively touching his incomplete ear.

The wound was healing, but the pain seemed ever-present.

All because of those damned Fengcui people.

Travis, smiling, simply nodded.

After Trafford’s death, he couldn’t exactly be termed as a stray dog, but he was severely hit; if he could take advantage of this opportunity to gain some benefits, he wouldn’t refuse.

"I’ll cooperate well too; I’m familiar with the West District."