"Hey, are you done looking? Don't damage it."
The item had only been in Su Ming's hands for three seconds. While he casually mulled over a few things, Aphra, who had been fidgeting on the sofa, began urging him on, looking extremely stingy.
"I'll buy it." Deathstroke looked at her with amusement and pulled out several credit chips, sliding them over. "However, I'd like to discuss a condition with you."
For some reason, Aphra, who had been cheerfully collecting the money, suddenly felt a chill in her heart when she heard that. She couldn't help shivering.
Maybe it was because she was hungry?
"What condition?"
After receiving the yellow credit chips with bar codes, the Female Doctor became extremely restless, shaking her leg nonstop with terrible posture.
"Take me and my female companion along on your archaeological expedition. For every mask like this that you find, I'll pay double the price." Su Ming rubbed Harley's chin. She had already gotten into character as a "trophy mistress," silently observing without saying a word, and had even reined in her smile considerably.
At the man's request, Aphra's eyes shifted. "I'll have to discuss it with my crew."
"Go ahead. But while you're discussing it, think about how useful Credit Points are. Think about what you can do once you have money." Deathstroke extended one hand, palm up, indicating that they could discuss it freely.
Su Ming didn't need to think to know that Aphra was planning to have her teammates split up and play some of the traditional tricks of the antiquities trade.
If one mask could be bought for double the price, that meant sixty Credit Points. Ten would be six hundred, and a hundred would be six thousand.
As an archaeologist with almost no integrity, profits like that were enough