Chapter 18: "Well then, brother, shall we toast to a pleasant cooperation?"

Cold Wolf Gang members...?

Scar Dog, who stood aside, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly. Mr. Jacob didn't tell him beforehand that they were going to pretend to be members of the Cold Wolf Gang this time.

No wonder they had to wear suits.

The members of Cold Wolf Gang seemed to be dressed in suits, especially the boss of the gang, who wore a suit with a top hat and looked unbearably pompous.

"Cold Wolf Gang members?"

The security guard at the door squinted his eyes, didn't talk immediately, but picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered for a while.

Apparently, this security guard had also heard of the Cold Wolf Gang.

Very quickly, it seemed like he received a response.

The security guard pointed the gun barrel at the ground, indicating that there was no hostility, and then waved his hand: "Come in, our director wants to see you."

"Alright."

Kerr Cowell nodded calmly and followed the security guard.

Passing through several small roads filled with abandoned trash on the way, they arrived at a bungalow office.

The office seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time, situated in the center of a garbage heap, with empty land separating the office from the garbage on its surroundings.

On this empty land, there were electric nets, landmines, and machine guns.

You could tell that this director was afraid of death.

Very quickly, Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog entered the office, with the security guard following them and standing behind them.

...

Just stepping into the office, they saw a fat man lounging in an armchair, with a cigar in his mouth and a smirk as he stared at Kerr Cowell and spoke.

"You two really have guts."

"Years ago, Cold Wolf Gang betrayed me, causing me to fall into this place as the director of this Ruins Site, now a laughingstock in City 18."

"And now, you actually dare to send someone to ask for cooperation?"

"Do you really think I can put it behind me, or are you here to mock me?"

It's over.

Scar Dog sighed heavily in his heart, and inadvertently glanced around, preparing to consider breaking through from somewhere.

This time, they had clearly failed to gather good intelligence beforehand and ended up before the arch-enemy of Cold Wolf Gang.

These Cold Wolf Gang members were crazy to have enemies everywhere.

"No."

Kerr Cowell calmly strode to the director, pulled up a chair to sit down, and looked at the fat man with a serious tone: "Now, this world is not the same as before, you should know that, right?"

"Of course, I know."

The director sneered and put the cigar aside. He stood up and took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet: "Three months ago, the Battle of All Races reopened."

"And this time, the decisive place is our Mechanical Race's world."

"Three months ago, when the Ten Thousand Races descended on this world, almost half of them were slaughtered by our Mechanical Race."

"After all, they came to this world barehanded, while our Mechanical Race has already been prepared, awaiting the descent of the Ten Thousand Races on our world."

"Not to mention that we killed more than half, at least half were killed. Haven't you noticed that you can hardly see Alien Race figures anymore?"

"According to the past process, three months have passed, and the new events of the Battle of All Races are going to start soon. As for this event, the Mechanical Race is well prepared."

"After all, amongst all the participants in this Battle of All Races, only our Mechanical Race participated the first time and survived until the end."

"You want to use righteousness to suppress me? No, no, no, I am a person who is very principled in my actions."

"Righteousness is righteousness, but there is no possibility of cooperation with your Cold Wolf Gang!"

Kerr Cowell nodded thoughtfully, not discussing this issue for the time being, and simply pushed out the black card he obtained from the Cold Wolf Gang: "For a businessman, everything has a price, including principles."

"What you said makes sense."

The director squinted his eyes, his gaze fixing on the anonymous black credit card, greed flashing in his eyes, as he tentatively asked: "First, tell me what you want to cooperate on."

"It's simple."

Kerr Cowell looked seriously at the fat man in front of him and said: "Cold Wolf Gang needs a large number of semi-scrapped items."

"Semi-scrapped items?"

The director's eyes flickered a few times and said, "What does Cold Wolf Gang want these things for?"

"That's not your concern."

Kerr Cowell shook his head: "Just quote a price."

Thinking for a moment, the fat man said with a heavy heart, holding up three fingers: "Okay, 300 credit points each, as many as you want."

"..."

Hearing this, Kerr Cowell didn't hesitate at all, picked up his credit card and got up, as if to leave.

"Hey, hey, don't."

"We can still discuss the price. What are you doing?"

Seeing Kerr Cowell turning to leave, the director immediately became anxious, getting up to stop him.

"280 credit points each, how about it?"

"Look, brother."

Kerr Cowell looked helplessly at the fat man behind him: "Semi-scrapped items are worthless. Do you think Cold Wolf Gang can afford to burn money? 200-300 credit points per item?"

"I'll be honest with you, the boss gave me a base price of no more than 50 credit points."

"This..."

The director hesitated, not speaking immediately, but seemed a little indecisive.

He had plenty of semi-scrapped items at his ruins site, which were worthless, and they were available as long as they wanted them.

However, if Cold Wolf Gang was willing to buy them, it must be of some use for them.

Naturally, he wanted to seize the opportunity to make a profit.

"How about this, little brother."

The fat man hesitated for a moment, then stood up, poured Kerr Cowell a glass of wine, and tentatively said: "Don't talk about base prices. I've also been through society, and that kind of talk can fool others."

"Cold Wolf Gang actually sent you, meaning that you have some say in the gang."

"In that case, since you came, it can't be a wasted trip..."

"How about a price of 100 credit points for each item?"

"But..."

He held up three fingers, smiled as amiably as possible, and said, "Three points. I'll give you three points for every transaction."

"That means that for every deal with a semi-scrapped item, you can get 30 credit points. How about that?"

"Brother, I'm only making an extra 20 credit points, aren't I?"

"Big brother, all I'm doing is to let you earn a little bit too. Otherwise, you'd be running around in vain with nothing in your pocket. Wouldn't that hurt your heart?"

"This is also for long-term cooperation so that everyone can earn money together."

"Can you consider it?"

Kerr Cowell stared at the fat man in front of him with a smile: "I misspoke earlier. The base price given by the boss is exactly 100 credit points."

"Well, big brother, shall we wish ourselves a happy cooperation?"

"Of course, of course."