"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap..."
The black-robed man clapped his hands and said, "Well said, then these two elemental God stones belong to me. I don't want to make enemies with you. Don't chase after me anymore or you'll die a horrible death..."
The black-robed man's voice was very unpleasant, like the sound of glass rubbing against glass.
Douglas felt that there was no need to make a big deal out of it. He said in a negotiating tone, "Let's exchange! There's an antique that's more valuable than this diamond. My friend needs it."
"That won't do! My master likes this diamond very much. His birthday is in two days. I have to bring this back!" As the black-robed man spoke, he gradually raised his head as if he wanted to prove his master's noble identity.
"You'd better be smart and stop chasing..."
Locke took a step forward and looked at him coldly. "Do I agree to let you have it?"