"This issue... really hits the sore spot," the Mountain Master laughed upon hearing it, "right at the weak point. Are you from Central City?"

Bentley smiled slightly upon hearing, "Guess?"

"Even Central City has its downtrodden," the Mountain Master smiled indifferently, "Most people live worse off than I do."

Bentley nodded with a smile, "That's true, but... we have the identity of Central City."

The Mountain Master rolled his eyes in frustration, "You keep emphasizing the identity of Central City, we just can't communicate."

"I wasn't looking to communicate in the first place," Bentley replied dismissively, "No way... then we just won't communicate."

Aren't you just being stubborn? The Mountain Master sighed helplessly, "Ever heard of the Thirty-Six Noble Families?"

"Only you folks from small places haven't heard of them," Bentley laughed dismissively.

"Do you know which family among the Thirty-Six has the most Ultimate Warriors?"

The Thirty-Six Noble Families... to be honest, most residents of Central City might not be clear on them.

Even within the same city, there's a monopoly on information, society is just that ruthless.

The Mountain Master was stumped by the question and rolled his eyes helplessly. He initially wanted to flaunt his connections with some forces.

But the other party's grasp of information was far above his, so what was there to flaunt?

Then he chuckled, "I did overlook, for a person to become an Ultimate Warrior... they are certainly not ordinary folks."

Bentley just gave him a cold stare without speaking—you say I'm an Ultimate Warrior, but I neither admit nor deny it.

The Mountain Master sighed, "I originally thought I could settle this without spending money. Since you dare show up... I'll raise it to twenty thousand silver coins."

"Now it seems, I need to spend thirty thousand silver coins... let's put this matter behind us, shall we?"

Bentley looked at him oddly and then smiled slightly, "I'll just ask you one thing... how much did you make?"

Damn... can you even guess that? The Mountain Master couldn't help but admire him, truly an old fox!

He initially wanted to make up a number, but then he thought: what will be the consequences if the other party finds out I tricked them in the future?

The Mountain Master indeed had a wide network of contacts, but his own strength was not worth mentioning, often relying on bodyguards for protection when going out.

If he really got targeted by an Ultimate Warrior, he felt he probably wouldn't live for a year.

Celestial Craft Repair Factory looked like a massive beast with a wide range of contacts, but essentially, it was just tradesmen earning by their skills.

A tradesman is, after all, a tradesman.

He quickly made a decision, "They put out eighty thousand to settle this, I'll share thirty thousand with you... but don't think that's too little."

"You've killed so many people, all related issues need settling... this money isn't something you alone could earn."

Since he met someone who understood, it was best to speak the truth.

The small old man of Celestial Craft probably wouldn't have thought that in resolving something, he ended up sending money to his nemesis.

"I want fifty thousand," Bentley couldn't care less for those reasons, "Made more than me... who has that big of a face?"

At the end of the day, he and Qu Jianlei were the targeted ones—if there were issues with the military's orders, shouldn't you take it up with the military?

In this situation, they had to take the lion's share, there was no negotiation.

The Mountain Master was also quite troubled; he really hadn't planned to share the profit with the other party—he thought he could handle it all himself.

But seeing the other party's uncompromising manner, he could only concede.

The key was, he understood the logic of the other party's words. It made perfect sense; a strong person should think this way.

What he could do was negotiate with the other party—I handle matters, but that doesn't mean I get to keep all the money.

I operated under someone else's banner, and definitely have to pay the related fees, there's no avoiding that.

The two were haggling when suddenly there was a loud crash outside.

Then someone shouted, "A Fallen team is attacking!"

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