"The answer is simple," Richard said without hesitation. "Two words: trust."
"Trust?" Arun Pombo frowned.
"That's right, trust." Richard nodded. "The reason I did this is entirely due to an issue of trust. For certain personal reasons, I will only be staying in Saint Louis City for a very short time, just a few days. In addition, my identity needs to remain somewhat confidential.
Under such circumstances, it would be difficult to earn the Pombo Family's trust, and therefore difficult to complete this transaction efficiently and simply—after all, this is no ordinary deal. And I did not want to leave empty-handed, which is why things have progressed step by step to this point.
In my view, the current situation only requires gaining the trust of you alone, Mr. Arun Pombo. That is much easier than gaining the trust of the entire Pombo Family. Of course, there is still a certain risk: whether you, Mr. Arun Pombo, truly trust me."
After a pause, Richard looked at Arun Pombo and asked, "I wonder what your answer is..."
"My answer?" Arun Pombo narrowed his eyes slightly, as though considering it seriously. A moment later, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he stepped closer. "My answer is..."
At that point, his voice abruptly rose, and the remaining words shot from his mouth like cannonballs.
"I don't trust you!"
Arun Pombo's expression turned cold, his gaze filled with killing intent. With a raise of his hand, a large mass of black vapor appeared in his palm, like vaporized ink. He then flung it forcefully, and the black vapor lunged at Richard with a shriek like a living monster.
"How could I possibly trust you?" Arun Pombo snapped. "How could things be such a coincidence? The other factions join forces to attack the Pombo