Chapter 39: Black Market {2}
"Ten million?" Reo asked with a gentle, almost innocent smile, casually holding out his hand like he was offering candy and not attempting to buy a potentially deadly skill scroll.
The old man snorted, visibly amused. "Ten million, kid?" He leaned back on his chair, letting out a dry chuckle as if he’d just heard the punchline to a very old joke. "Are you serious?"
But when he looked closer at Reo’s expression—that calm, unwavering gaze and quiet confidence—his laughter slowly died. His amused grin turned into a thoughtful frown.
He sighed. "150 million. That’s my bottom price. Not a single credit less."
His voice lost its light tone, now firm and grounded. There was no room for negotiation in that statement—or so he claimed.
Reo’s eyes darkened slightly. He didn’t like being strongarmed, but this wasn’t just any normal Skill. There was something about it
it was a Gamble since it’s quite Unknown But. His instincts told him it was worth fighting for. He hadn’t come this far just to walk away empty-handed.
He raised a brow. "Ninety million," he said in a serious tone, voice flat but steady.
The old man didn’t budge. His arms were crossed, and his single working eye just stared, unimpressed.
Reo exhaled a quiet sigh. He wasn’t one to throw money around, but...
"One hundred million," he finally offered, his tone somewhere between reluctant and resolute.