Miguel was tempted, but also filled with helplessness. From the moment they met, this bizarre disguised player had held the initiative in his hands. It was as if this person could foresee everything and had seen through every one of their moves.
"Are you really willing to negotiate terms with us?" Miguel asked.
Lu Yang's eyes happened to be fixed on the spot where Miguel had spoken from. His guess had been correct—Miguel was in the bushes where he had been looking.
He smiled and said, "We had no grudge to begin with. You ambushed me both times, but I killed you both times and took your things. I'm the winner, so why would I still need to kill you?"
Miguel was persuaded. Depressed, he said, "Fine, I'll come out. Let's discuss the terms. I believe you must have a purpose for coming here, and we've been fighting here for over half a month. We should be able to help you somehow."
The silver glow faded from the bushes, revealing Miguel's sturdy figure. He walked up to Lu Yang and said, "I'm Miguel, captain of the Harrier Squad. We don't belong to any guild or studio."
Lu Yang nodded and said, "I won't tell you my name. Since we're both Spaniards, I hope you can tell me why you're hunting the Eyes of the Terrorwing Crow."
Miguel said, "Recently, someone has been buying these in large quantities on the Black Market. We happened to learn that there were Terrorwing Ravens here, so we came."
Lu Yang frowned and asked, "The Black Market? What is that?"
Miguel chuckled and said, "You must be a high-ranking member of some studio or guild, my friend. Normally, we shouldn't talk about the Black Market, but the items are in your hands now, so we