A Little More Haggling

Mang Ke was a little worried that Feng Xue had been welcomed inside after exchanging only a few words with the man. Still, she kept a straight face and pretended to be mute, letting Feng Xue handle everything. Feng Xue, meanwhile, shook hands with the middle-aged man who had emerged from the workshop as if they were old acquaintances.

But Mang Ke soon realized something was off. The two men had been shaking hands for a little too long...

"Brother, that price of yours is way too high."

"An Eight-Steed 377 flagship model, with all the accessories. Only the lock plate is damaged. In Budali, even at seventy percent of the price, someone would want it in this condition." Feng Xue seemed completely unmoved, but the hand he held out shifted slightly.

The man seemed to consider it for a moment before saying,

"You said it yourself—that's in Budali. Parlin Kingdom is a small place. It won't be easy to sell a vehicle like this here."

"Not easy doesn't mean impossible." Feng Xue ignored the movement of the man's hand. A trace of menace flashed in the man's eyes, but he glanced at the hand Feng Xue had tucked at his waist, then released Feng Xue's hand and shook his head.

"It's not that I'm being greedy. It's just that this model is too large. There are only five in all of Parlin, and if I want to sell it, I'll have to find a way to get it out of the country. The transportation costs alone will be a headache."

"Oh? Get it out of the country?" The corner of Feng Xue's mouth lifted slightly. The middle-aged man understood and smiled too.

"I was wondering how someone who could get their hands on such good merchandise didn't know the