He seemed to possess some anomalous artifact capable of concealing his presence; even Sun Hang had not sensed him in advance.
"Though you seem to have quite a few prejudices against me, I've always been a magnanimous man." The grim hunter in the cloak spoke with a faint, ambiguous smile. "It wasn't easy for you to get here either. Why don't we cooperate? We split the benefits afterward eighty-twenty. What do you say?"
"Eighty-twenty?" Sun Hang glanced at him. "Eighty for me and twenty for you?"
"That joke isn't funny at all." The grim hunter shook his head. "I don't much like hypocritical rhetoric. As latecomers, you getting twenty percent is only thanks to those useless fools who couldn't accomplish anything. They gave you this opportunity."
"You mean those hunters of Indian descent?" the Fisherman asked instinctively.
"No, not just them."
"Cooperation is fine, but you need to show enough sincerity first," Sun Hang said.
"How would you like me to demonstrate my sincerity?" The grim hunter's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he asked slowly.
"At the very least, you should show yourself in person, shouldn't you? Pulling out some holographic projection or whatever makes it hard for me to trust you," Sun Hang said.
"This is a holographic projection?" The Fisherman looked stunned. "It's way too realistic... It looks exactly like the real thing. Even the direction the voice is coming from is completely consistent."
"This is not a holographic projection, but an object-type Anomaly left behind in the ruins. It is also one of the gains from my trip here," the grim hunter said. "Compared to the abundant treasures buried underground, this thing is practically insignificant... If you're interested, I can give it to you—is that enough to demonstrate my sincerity?"
"Give it to me?