The ones talking were a middle-aged man with a big beard and tattered clothes, who looked a little disheveled, and a scar-faced man with a cunning look in his eyes.
The bearded middle-aged man was dissatisfied with Scarface's price. "Even if you are taking a huge risk, you shouldn't offer just 10 million."
"This is too greedy."
"If you can't raise the price, we'll find someone else."
Scarface, on the other hand, was confident of victory. He sneered and said, "Don't tease me, brother."
"You should know more about the situation outside than I do, right?"
"Everyone in the Alliance of the Anti-Rich is now a big target in the eyes of the major families of the Empire of the Never Setting Sun, the Funeral Organization, and the gold diggers from all over the world, alright?"
"At this time, it's already good enough that you can protect yourself for a while. Where would you find the time to find someone to collect your things?"