"One more punch, just one more." Harvey pleaded as he followed the silver coin.
"No." The silver coin firmly declined.
"Just one punch, I'll use half my strength, or maybe thirty percent, or even ten percent." Harvey was negotiating, haggling like a peddler.
"No. Even with ten percent of your strength minus seventy percent, it's still enough to obliterate me. Lord Ange has already calculated just how weighty your punch is." The silver coin refused.
"If you don't agree, then let's stop talking about the Resting Palace." Harvey threatened.
Silver coin glanced at him: "Oh, if the project's been cancelled, I'm off."
With that, he made a gesture to leave.
The Great Sage swiftly waved his hand, and the air exploded, shaking Harvey to one side. Grinning, he said, "Just kidding, Harvey was just kidding. Let's talk about the Resting Palace, how is it now?"