"What did you say?"
Gerard was almost stunned for a moment before he processed Fu Qian's words.
Gary, standing beside him, reacted the same way. He was utterly shocked, and his gaze grew even more blunt, almost as if he couldn't believe Fu Qian had the nerve.
"I made myself clear. I'm done. Find someone else!"
Fu Qian repeated himself in an even tone.
"This isn't the time for jokes."
Gerard's voice turned completely cold.
"So I'm not joking."
Fu Qian didn't budge.
"Given the circumstances, I believe I have the right to withdraw, don't I?"
"According to our previous agreement, we'll double your pay."
Gerard stared at Fu Qian for a few seconds before speaking slowly.
Unfortunately, Fu Qian didn't even answer this time. He merely snorted.
"Triple pay! And you can choose an additional Intermediate Tier weapon to suit your needs."
Gerard's tone remained unchanged.
The offer sounded generous. Fu Qian could hear Gary's heartbeat quicken beside him.
There it was!
Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction.
Of course, he didn't think Gerard considered him a gifted talent worth spending a fortune to keep.
The only reason Gerard was willing to pay that much was to keep him working as cannon fodder.
After all, he'd already taken part in the expedition. If he left now, it would be harder to keep things confidential.
Besides, payment was just an empty promise. If he died, there'd be nothing to pay.
All of that was obvious. Fu Qian was satisfied because he'd reached the same conclusion.
Considering that they still needed to recruit cannon fodder from among the unaffiliated Transcendents, the Siren Group wouldn't be too blatant about revealing certain things.
Everyone was in the same line of work. The Transcendents who'd died couldn't have been oblivious to the risks behind the