"You're screwing me over!" The big guy, whose mouth was greasy from food, widened his eyes.
Shen Qiang laughed and said in a remarkably calm tone, "You must understand, my Black Blade is a supreme divine weapon, and a master who can forge such an artifact is not easily satisfied with small change. So either give up your illusions and leave, or agree to pay a processing fee of one hundred million, and after the meal, I'll take you to meet him."
"You're screwing me over, it can't possibly be that expensive." The big guy's eyes turned cold.
Shen Qiang replied with a smile, "An Immortal Artifact is worth billions; helping you forge a divine weapon, is one hundred million too much?"
The big guy was silent for a while, then said, "You're not a good person."
