Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1165: Negotiation (Please Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165: Negotiation (Please Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Hearing what the red-haired man said, Weiken turned his head and looked at the red-haired man beside him, then said softly, "I have no money."

"Good answer."

The red-haired man took a drag on his cigarette, pulled out a Gauss Pistol from his waist, pressed it against Weiken’s chest, and pinned him against the alley’s wall, sneering, "Farewell, Old Geezer. I just love this feeling of ridding the people of a scourge."

Weiken froze in place; he had not expected Borek to act so swiftly, not even giving him a chance to react. Before Weiken could pull the trigger, he quickly blurted out, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, don’t rush this—I still have a bigger deal to discuss with you."

"Oh, what else do we have to talk about?"

Borek’s finger was on the trigger, and his gaze seemed to flash with a hint of disappointment. "I just rescued you ahead of time, but now you’re telling me you have no money. In business, trust is what matters most. Do you think you have any credibility left with me, Mr. Weiken?"

"I think it shouldn’t be considered the end of a deal,"

Weiken, with his hands raised, calmly looked at Borek, "So it’s not the time to make the payment now. We should complete a bigger deal afterward, and then make the payment."

Then he glanced at his own thin pajamas without any pockets and croaked, "And look at me, do I look like someone who can pay?"

"Don’t give me all that nonsense,"

Borek raised an eyebrow, "You don’t have anonymous accounts? You don’t have cryptocurrency accounts? Those things don’t need physical cards; you just need to know the account and password."

"Those accounts, passwords, and keys are dozens or hundreds of characters long, who in the world could remember that?"

Weiken quickly said, "But I have hardware wallets, several accounts with a lot of money in them."

"You mean to tell me you want me to escort you back to the two financial conglomerates to get the hardware wallets? So I can get riddled with bullets by your security personnel?"

Borek’s eyebrows rose, his voice turned cold, "I knew it, I shouldn’t have trusted you dogs of the financial conglomerates,"

His hand rested on the trigger, "Forget it, consider it a wasted trip."

"Wait, wait,"

Weiken urgently called out, "Do you think Suote is a fool? I vanish, and conveniently you vanish too, and moreover, we escaped through the secret passage. What are the odds of such a coincidence? If you kill me now, you’ll still be hunted by the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

"Look at what you’re saying,"

Borek grinned, "When I was guarding the building, I happened to notice that Weiken, the executive of Note Intelligence, had run off. I immediately gave chase, and since he resisted fiercely, I had no choice but to kill him along the way, only bringing back his body,"

His finger pressed on the trigger, slowly pressing down, "Don’t worry, when we came here, I’ve already covered our tracks perfectly. No one noticed that we used the secret passage to escape."

"Thirty million! Thirty million federal coins!"

Weiken shouted hoarsely, "As long as you’re willing to help me, I’ll give you thirty million federal coins."

No break in Borek’s movement was seen.

"Fifty million! Fifty-five million! That’s all the money I have!!!"

Weiken cried out even louder.

Borek’s movement momentarily paused.

Weiken’s face lit up with joy, but he soon suppressed it and immediately said, "Fifty-five million, it will only take a day for you to escort me back into the core of the financial conglomerates. Many people can only dream of making so much money. Those mercenaries who lick blood off their knives never knowing when they’ll die, they can only earn two to three thousand federal coins at most per week,

"Those factory workers who work themselves to death can only earn seventy to eighty federal coins a week, and on top of that, they have to pay exorbitant rent."

His voice lowered, as if it carried a certain whisper, "They wouldn’t earn so much money in a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years without eating or drinking, but you can make this much in just one day, maybe two at most,

"Fifty-five million federal coins. With this money, you could have beautiful women lining up on the bed for you to choose from, buy luxurious villas in any place within the Federation, or even become the emperor of a slum, living a life of decadence and luxury.

"You, your son, your grandson, generations could not spend all this money..."

Listening to Weiken’s narration, Borek’s eyebrows pressed down slightly, his gaze fixed on Weiken as he sneered, "That’s not all your money, right? Just how many people did you kill to earn this fortune? Old Geezer, you’re just as rotten as the rumors say."

"No, that’s not my money,"

Weiken immediately said, "It’s about to become your money."

"Fifty-five million?"

Borek lowered his voice, looking at Weiken,

"Do you think I’ll risk everything to escort you? Do you realize how terrifying Suote is? Killing us is as easy for him as slaughtering chickens, one in each hand, he doesn’t even have to lift a finger, he could glare you to death. You know he’s clever. Do you think I could really get you back there?"

Hearing Borek’s words, Weiken seemed to remember something, a suppressed fear flashing in his eyes, his expression turned somber, "Then what exactly do you want?"

"Seventy million."

Borek quickly said.

"I can’t come up with that much money."

Weiken immediately yelled.

"With things this chaotic right now, how would the two financial conglomerates know how much you’ve spent?"

Borek looked at Weiken with a smirk, "Seventy-five million."

"You are far greedier than I am,"

Weiken muttered through gritted teeth for a brief moment, then growled in a low voice, "Deal!"

Then he looked at Borek, who seemed still unsatisfied, as if feeling he had bid too low, and quickly said, "No more, even if you kill me and take me back to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, do you think Suote would believe you? That guy is a Devil, if there’s the slightest clue, he would catch you and flay you alive, torturing you, leaving you begging for death."

Looking at the fear in Weiken’s eyes, Borek’s face contorted oddly, but he still chimed in, "Indeed, that guy is the Devil himself."

"Ha, don’t think that guy is any kind of benevolent Samaritan,"

Sensing the odd expression on Borek’s face, Weiken cracked a hoarse laugh with a hint of mockery, "It’s just because you haven’t stood against him. Believe me, as his enemy, you’d realize how terrifying he is. If it weren’t for his status holding him back, he would be the most horrifying Devil in this world."

He paused, "I am honored that now you have to stand with me against that Devil."

"Ha,"

Borek sneered, "I haven’t said I’d join you yet, Old Geezer. I could kill you right now, take your body back to confess to Suote, he may not kill me."

Weiken’s expression turned rigid.

After a brief pause, Borek snickered and lowered his Gauss Pistol, "75 million, I want a 25 million deposit, by tonight, it has to be delivered,

"Of course, if you can give me the full 75 million tonight, I wouldn’t mind either. Don’t think about haggling, bargain with me and I’ll blow your head off with one shot."

"Welcome to the opposition of the Devil,"

Weiken lowered his hand, took a deep breath, and looked at Borek, "From now on, we are in this together."

"Only until I get my money,"

Borek put away the gun, crossed his arms, and nodded his head toward the alley outside, "Note Intelligence Building is over there."

"We can’t go back now."

Weiken immediately said.

"Hmm?"

Borek raised the muzzle of his gun.

"I can’t do anything if I go back now, and you won’t get your money,"

Weiken added,

"Now I, along with the executives from Note Intelligence loyal to me, have been captured, just like the executive team from West Steel,

"Both major conglomerates’ Minte City branches are now without leaders. Some opposition factions that Lambert and I once suppressed are certainly becoming active, attempting to seize the highest power of the two major conglomerates."

He chuckled lowly, his tone carrying a bit of mockery, "These greedy fellows have ample ambition but lack competence, surely stirring up infighting now, turning the conglomerates into a mess."

"Isn’t that exactly the right time for you to go back and take back power? Why act all timid?"

Borek ridiculed.

"These people also have a hand within the conglomerates’ security forces,"

Weiken seemed to completely ignore the ridicule in Borek’s tone, his voice hoarse, "Most of the security forces loyal to me are besieging the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building."

"They’re probably wiped out by now, or if not dead, they must have been recruited by the City Defense Army."

Borek looked up in the direction of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, where the gunfire and cannon fire had already completely stopped.

Weiken’s face darkened slightly, then he continued softly, "The elite forces of the security team loyal to Lambert were taken out by Suote. Now, what little is left of the security forces of the two conglomerates are sand through and through, filled with inept fools and the informants they’ve planted.

"Although they’re fiercely at each other’s throats, the moment I return, they’ll definitely unite against me. By then, I might be taken out before I even reach the Note Intelligence Building."

"So you’re saying you’re a lost dog now?"

Borek’s eyebrows arched mockingly, his grip tightening slightly on the Gauss Pistol in his hand, "It seems my eye for business isn’t that great, is it?"

"Don’t get worked up, young man,"

Weiken glanced at Borek, seemingly getting a read on the red-haired man’s temperament, and laughed hoarsely, "You won’t lose a cent of your money."

"Seems you have another way then?"

Borek lowered the Gauss Pistol in his hand, grinning as he asked.

"I’ve been at Note Intelligence for so many years, my credibility is still there. Nothing will spoil in just a day or two,"

Weiken chuckled lowly, "Besides, now that the two conglomerates lack leadership, it’s a good opportunity to consolidate the power of the two conglomerates in Minte City."

"How do you plan to consolidate?"

Borek looked at Weiken, chuckling, "Just the two of us?"

"Definitely not, military force is the essence of ruling,"

Weiken, his aged frame slightly bent, sneered coldly as he glanced in the direction of Note Intelligence Building, then turned his head towards another direction in the alley, "We need to borrow some forces first from a certain place."

"Where to?"

Borek was taken aback.

Weiken glanced at Borek and said coldly, "Chaos Church, just follow me."

With that, he quickly moved forward along the alley.

Borek glanced at his back, then followed in his footsteps.