Though his heart was burdened with worries, Chen Cheng merely let out a "heh" and cursed:
"Look at you. For this little bit of intelligence that anyone could dig up, you actually dared charge me this much money."
The moment Martin saw Chen Cheng starting to act unruly, he immediately put away the money pouch and said:
"My lord, rules aren't meant to be changed. This intelligence may not look like much, but it concerns major events involving gods and even the entire continent. This intelligence fee can't be called expensive."
But Chen Cheng was being unreasonable now. How could Martin possibly talk him around so easily?
"Quit talking nonsense. If I'd known, I could've asked around the guild first. No matter what, you've got to refund some of this money."
Once money had gone into his pocket, how could Martin possibly spit it back out? If he set such a precedent here, would the Killer Alliance still be able to trade intelligence in the future?
Still, seeing Chen Cheng acting like such a brute, Martin knew that unless he gave him a satisfactory answer today, Chen Cheng would definitely keep making trouble for him.
So Martin's eyes rolled, and he said:
"How about this? I have some intelligence here that hasn't yet been confirmed. I'll tell it to you as a little extra, my lord. But I can't guarantee that this information is true."
The moment Chen Cheng heard Martin say that, he knew the fellow had been holding something back. Though Martin claimed it had not been confirmed, there was an unwritten rule in the intelligence world: intelligence that was put up for sale might not be guaranteed one hundred percent, but it absolutely had to be at least ninety percent reliable.
As for intelligence said to be