The Eyeball Collection Train truly wanted to refuse Fang Zheng's demand.
Although its master had already left, these Mystic Eyes were still the train's pride. How could they possibly be sold off so casually? These Mystic Eyes were the train's treasures!
How could they be sold?!
Even if I died, I would...
Sell them.
What else could they do?
Although the staff of the Eyeball Collection Train were unhappy beyond measure, with the Heroic Spirits beside them eyeing them like tigers, cowardice was their only option. The world of magecraft was just as much a place where the strong preyed on the weak. They were certain that if they refused, Miss Red Ponytail would snatch them outright without a second word, and there would be nothing they could do about it.
If they were robbed, they would lose everything. If they sold them, they could at least make some money, right?
Who told them to carelessly invite this plague god in the first place?
Left with no choice, the train staff could only accept it. Of course, out of spite, they named an outrageous price—yet Fang Zheng nodded without even blinking.
So what if the CIA's entire budget for this year went down the drain? It was no big deal. There was no way it could be traced back to him anyway. Besides, if they dared come knocking, he would burn down the White House in minutes.
But the train staff were not about to simply let it go. When confirming the handover, they could not help bringing it up again.
"I'm sorry, but due to the Acting Manager's physical condition, she is unable to transplant Mystic Eyes for others..."
"Oh, that's fine."
Fang Zheng was even calmer.
"The Thousand Tree Clan can handle removing and transplanting Mystic Eyes ourselves.