Seeing Xia Feng smile but remain silent, Feng Jianyi also stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point:
"You probably have guessed my purpose. If it were just me alone, it would be very difficult to escape the joint blockade of the Apocalypse and the Holy Department."
"So I need your help, of course, I can pay a commission."
Help? Xia Feng leaned back in his chair, his brow lightly furrowed.
Feng Jianyi used the word "help," rather than "cooperate." This indicated that the middle-aged man was deeply trapped in a perilous situation and could only grasp at him as a lifesaver.
By revealing his weakness so openly, he undoubtedly placed himself in a lower position, which was not a wise choice in negotiations.
Or could it be that Feng Jianyi thought survival was more crucial and didn't care about the momentary losses?
Pensively, Xia Feng said, "Mr. Feng, it's clear you're very anxious and sincere. But are you sure you have the ability to afford the commission?"
