Negotiation

No matter who it was, when "money" appeared before their eyes on such a terrifying scale, there was bound to be a moment of stunned disbelief, and an instinctive impulse.

In the silence, Huai Shi's face was as still as water, utterly expressionless.

He was completely unmoved.

Yet inwardly, his thoughts could not help racing.

He had already begun calculating how to breach the surface defenses and security, how many people and what tools would be needed to successfully seize such filthy ill-gotten wealth, how to plan it, gather manpower, locate weaknesses in the defenses, come and go beneath the American military's nose, and finally launder the money and divide the spoils...

By the time he dragged his thoughts back from that slippery slope, he had already missed his chance to react.

Instead, Mr. Russell whistled, making no effort to hide his admiration as he sighed sincerely.

"So this is Las Vegas's financial power? It's truly spectacular... By the way, how much is all this?"

He turned back and asked.

"A total of thirteen hundred tons of gold, two hundred and ten tons of Origin Essence Crystals, and four hundred tons of Purified Gold. In addition, there is also a vault key to America Bank here.

All the Border Relics that flowed through the black market back then are inside."

From his wheelchair, Douglas reached out and accepted a box from one of his subordinates, presenting it with both hands. "I know why you have come, Mr. Russell—we have no intention of arguing over what happened back then, but we are willing to pay the price for it."

He said, "We will return it twofold!"

And so, with his head lowered and his hands held high, he respectfully offered up the assets they had taken and the price owed from