The airflow from the black cat's roar was like a gale, nearly blowing Mammon breathless.
He could clearly see the black cat's vivid red throat, like a black hole, the neat iron-caltrop-like barbs on its tongue, and its mouthful of gleaming white teeth.
He could also clearly sense the black cat's irritable mood.
But none of that was reason enough for him to abandon his "legitimate rights." So, despite being sprayed all over with the black cat's saliva, Mammon did not retreat a single step and bravely met it head-on.
It made him look as though he were preparing to crawl right into the black cat's mouth.
"Twelve! Not one Copper Coin less!" he shouted, his tone exceptionally firm. "Within the permitted range, I've already offered the most favorable terms... This is my final bottom line!"
Likewise, the black cat's hard-line attitude did not soften in the slightest.
"Only eleven! Not one more Copper Coin!" It snorted, glaring as its unfriendly gaze swept over Mammon, as though considering which piece of meat would be easiest to bite into.
The two sides stared each other down, remaining motionless in a standoff for several minutes.
At last, the Sin Eater standing nearby could no longer hold back and coughed softly.
"Ahem, ahem." He adjusted the Duck Egg Mask on his face and tried to mediate. "Everyone's time is precious... How about this? Let's compromise. Each side takes a step back. One Gold Bean for six silver horns. Black Cat, you pay three more silver horns, and Mammon, you take three fewer..."
"Absolutely not!"
The wizard in the Fox Mask refused sternly. "This is trampling on tradition, an insult to mathematics, and a desecration of the mask on my face!"
"Not a single coin!"
After saying that, the black cat seemed to have