Translator: AnubisTL
The Cold Wolf Gang?
Scar Dog, standing nearby, felt his lips twitch involuntarily. Brother Jiang hadn't mentioned anything about impersonating members of the Cold Wolf Gang before they left.
No wonder he insisted on wearing a suit.
The Cold Wolf Gang members were known for their suits, especially their leader, who always wore a suit and a bowler hat, looking unbearably arrogant.
"The Cold Wolf Gang?"
The security guard at the entrance narrowed his eyes, pausing before speaking. He picked up his walkie-talkie and whispered a few words into it.
Clearly, the guard had heard of the Cold Wolf Gang.
Soon, as if receiving a response, the guard lowered his gun to the ground to signal non-hostile intentions. He then waved them in, saying, "Come with me. The Arena Master wants to see you."
"Alright," Chen Jiang nodded calmly and followed the guard.
After navigating several narrow paths littered with discarded trash, they arrived at a single-story office building.
The office looked like it hadn't been cleaned in ages, situated in the middle of a garbage heap with a clear space separating it from the surrounding refuse.
The open space was riddled with electric fences, landmines, and machine guns.
It was clear the Arena Master was terrified of death.
Soon, Chen Jiang and Scar Dog entered the office, the security guard following close behind and standing behind them.
As they stepped inside, they saw a portly man sprawled in a plush armchair, a cigar clenched between his teeth. He stared at Chen Jiang and Scar Dog with a mocking smile.
"You two certainly have guts," he sneered. "Years ago, the Cold Wolf Gang framed me, forcing me to rot in this wasteland as the Arena Master. I've long been the laughingstock of City 18."
"And now you dare send people to propose a partnership? Do you genuinely believe I'm magnanimous enough for that, or are you here to mock me?"
This is it, Scar Dog thought, sighing inwardly. He glanced around, already planning their escape routes.
They'd clearly failed to gather proper intelligence beforehand, stumbling right into the lair of the Cold Wolf Gang's sworn enemy.
Those Cold Wolf Gang lunatics—why do they keep making enemies everywhere?
"No," Chen Jiang replied calmly.
Chen Jiang strode calmly to the Arena Master, casually pulled up a chair, and sat down. He gazed at the obese man before him and said in a deep voice, "This world is no longer what it used to be. You must know that, right?"
"Of course I know," the Arena Master sneered, setting aside his cigar. He rose and retrieved a bottle of liquor from a nearby cabinet. "Three months ago, the Ten Thousand Races Arena reopened."
"And this time, the final battleground has been chosen to be our mechanical race's world."
"When the ten thousand races descended upon this world three months ago, our mechanical race slaughtered nearly half of them."
"After all, they arrived unarmed, while we mechanical race had long been prepared, fully armed and waiting for these races to invade our world."
"Even if we didn't kill half, we certainly killed at least close to half. Haven't you noticed how rarely you see aliens these days?"
"According to the usual schedule, three months have already passed. The Ten Thousand Races Arena's new event is about to begin, and our mechanical race is fully prepared for it."
"After all, among all the races participating in the Ten Thousand Races Arena this time, only the mechanical race has participated before and survived to the end."
"You think you can pressure me with grand principles? No, no, no. I'm a man of principle."
"Grand principles are grand principles, but cooperating with the Cold Wolf Gang is absolutely impossible!"
Chen Jiang nodded thoughtfully, setting aside the matter for now. He decisively pushed the black card he had obtained from the Cold Wolf Gang across the table. "For a businessman, everything has a price, even principles."
"You have a point."
The Arena Master's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the anonymous black credit card, a flicker of greed flashing in his eyes. He tentatively asked, "First, tell me what kind of cooperation you're proposing."
"Simple."
Chen Jiang met the obese man's gaze with unwavering seriousness. "The Cold Wolf Gang needs a large quantity of semi-functional items."
"Semi-functional items?"
The Arena Master's eyes flickered. "What does the Cold Wolf Gang want those for?"
"That's none of your concern," Chen Jiang replied, shaking his head. "Just give me a price."
The obese man lowered his head in thought for a moment before his expression darkened. He raised three fingers. "Alright, 300 credit points each. I have as many as you need."
"..."
Without hesitation, Chen Jiang retrieved his credit card and stood up, making to leave.
"Hey, hey, wait!"
"If the price isn't right, we can negotiate! What are you doing?"
Seeing Chen Jiang turn to leave, the Arena Master panicked and immediately stood up to stop him.
"280 credit points each. How about that?"
"Look, buddy," Chen Jiang said, turning back with a helpless expression. "These are half-broken items, practically worthless junk. You really think the Cold Wolf Gang has money to burn, paying hundreds of credit points for each one?"
"I'll be straight with you: the gang leader's maximum price limit is 50 credit points."
"This..."
The Arena Master hesitated, his expression wavering.
Half-broken items were abundant in his wasteland arena, practically worthless. He could supply as many as anyone wanted.
But since the Cold Wolf Gang was willing to pay, it must be for their benefit. He naturally wanted to profit from the deal.
"Alright, young man,"
The obese man hesitated for a moment before rising to pour Chen Jiang a glass of wine. He spoke tentatively, "Let's not talk about base prices. I've been around the block, and those kinds of lines only fool the gullible."
"The fact that the Cold Wolf Gang sent you here means you have some influence within the organization."
"Since you've come all this way, brother, I can't let you leave empty-handed."
"How about 100 credit points?"
"But..."
He raised three fingers, his face beaming with an almost sickeningly amiable smile. "Three percent. I'll give you three percent of every transaction."
"That means for every half-broken item you sell, you'll pocket 30 credit points yourself. How does that sound?"
"I'd only be making an extra 20 credit points myself, brother."
"This is all to ensure you get a cut too, brother. It wouldn't be right for you to make this trip and end up empty-handed. That would be a real slap in the face, wouldn't it?"
"This is about building a long-term partnership. Let's make money together, eh?"
"Think it over?"
Chen Jiang stared at the obese man, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I misspoke earlier. The base price the gang leader set was exactly 100 credit points."
"Then, brother, shall we toast to a fruitful partnership?"
"Naturally, naturally."
(End of the Chapter)
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