All evil: My crew is a hundred million evil

"Avalo, how are the casino, auction, arena, and red-light district that I asked you to build?"

After settling the two brothers Walder and Binjack, Remington sat on the throne, glanced at the crowd, and then stopped his gaze on Avalo.

Since he wanted to build a real pirate paradise and the central hub of the underground forces, then the things he mentioned were indispensable, and they must be several levels better than other places, otherwise how to attract people to come?

"The preliminary construction has been completed, just to the north of Beehive Island."

Abalo did not dare to neglect it and hurried forward to say.

Those places were built by his subordinates under his personal supervision. Whether it is quality or luxury, it is definitely the best he has ever seen, and the scale is also the largest.

"Then let's prepare first"

"You and Joet go to Fishman Island to catch some mermaids and murlocs. In addition, the fur tribe is also quite rare. I think it will be very attractive, especially for those nobles who are stupid and rich. Don’t they like those weird things?"

"As for the warriors responsible for the gladiatorial fights, we will train them ourselves. The women in the Customs Street must have good looks and figures. I don't care where you go to cheat or rob, but they must be high-quality. Don't bring back those junk!"

Remington raised his eyebrows, and after careful consideration, he stated all his requirements. When he develops the Beehive Island into what he wants, he will have people and wealth. He has not expanded his territory on the surface, so people will not think he has great ambitions. He will quickly accumulate strength in private.

When everything is ready, he will go down to wrestle with the behemoth head-on, otherwise he will lose everything if he is not careful.

"Boss, aren't the Fur Tribe too hard to find? They live on the back of the elephant master. It would be hard to find them without the guidance of the Life Card."

Abalo complained in a low voice with a sad face.

It's no wonder that he behaved like this. He had lived in the New World for so many years and had not seen many Fur Tribes. Remington meant to let him catch many Fur Tribes and bring them back for auction or as slaves. This was really a bit difficult for him.

"If it's that easy, what do you need to do? Within two months, you must complete all the tasks I assign to you, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

Remington raised his hand to stop Aballo's complaints. He didn't care what the other party thought. Anyway, he had assigned the task. Whether it was done or not was his subordinates' business. He was too lazy to put too much thought on it.

"Yes, Boss!"

Seeing his captain's resolute attitude, Avalo could only shut up and responded dejectedly.

Joet was not much better, his expression was almost the same as Avalo's, he looked like he had lost all hope in life. It was obvious that they would be busy in the next two months. They were really busy all the time.……

""Wait for them to finish their mission, Barrett, go and bring back a few more deserted islands and place them around Beehive Island. We need to further expand the scale of entertainment projects, especially the auction, which will be the basis for us to obtain powerful devil fruits."

After Avalo and Jot left the palace, Remington seemed to have thought of something, so he instructed Barrett. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be many people patronizing here in the future. If it is just Beehive Island, it is too small. After all, he still needs to accumulate power here, and it is not convenient to put all of them in the sun, so he still needs to make the base as large as possible.

"No problem, big brother!"

Barrett nodded. He really liked his current life. He also knew that Remington was very ambitious and he would have to face many enemies in the future, but he didn't care. To put it bluntly, in his eyes, his home was where his big brother Remington was.

"Report to the captain, the queen of Happy Street, Stussy, has sent someone to give you a Den Den Mushi, saying that she has something to contact you about."

Just as Remington and his friends were talking about what happened on the sea in the past three years and their future plans, a pirate who was in charge of guarding the palace ran in quickly, holding a red Den Den Mushi in his hand.

"Bolu! Bolu! Bolu……"

"Lord Remington, I am Stussy, I hope I am not disturbing you."

"So what if I disturb you? Even a big shot like you is too big for my Evil Pirates to mess with!"

Remington dialed the Den Den Mushi with great interest, and soon an extremely gentle voice came.

He raised his mouth slightly and said something with a double meaning.

He was familiar with the original story and of course he knew Stussy's true identity.

If nothing unexpected happened, he must have contacted him on the orders of the Five Elders.

As for the purpose, is there any need to guess? What else could it be besides exploring his intelligence? Could it be to assassinate him? Don't be kidding, the Five Elders are not stupid enough to that extent.

"You are joking! How can I, the queen of Fun Street, compare to the captain of the evil pirate group with a bounty of 1 billion berries? I contacted you because I want to make a good relationship with you. After all, you know what kind of business I am in. It is easy to be bullied by some scoundrels. I hope you can lend a hand. But in return, just tell me what you need and I will do my best to get it for you."

Stussy naturally didn't understand what Remington meant. If she knew her real identity and the young man she had never met on the other end of the Den Den Mushi knew it, she would be shocked, so she didn't think about it at all.

"Make good connections? Sure, then I believe you should be sincere enough!"

It's like a pillow is sent when you are sleepy. Remington was worrying about how to enter the underground world. Now, the calculations of the Five Elders are just what he wants. With the help of Stussy, the queen of Happy Street, the day when he becomes the emperor of the underground world is not far away.

"Of course, how dare I contact you without any preparation!"

"There are two sincerity, the Parahuman Magnet-Magnet Fruit, and the other one requires you to come in person."

Stussy's voice was full of temptation. If Remington's will had not been tempered to be tougher than steel, he might not have been able to resist such temptation.