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Chapter 890: Chapter 64: A Meal Causes a Sudden Increase!

Chapter 890 -64: A Meal Causes a Sudden Increase!

There is no love without reason.

Nor is there unfounded hatred.

Likewise, there’s no such thing as groundless ‘cooperation’.

At the moment Jason’s voice fell, the mid-level manager lurking in Game Mansion immediately said, “We can inform you of some special knowledge, the kind you have experienced before.”

The other party alluded to ‘historical evil spirits’ quite subtly.

Jason shook his head decisively.

The other party looked at Jason in surprise.

"You still don’t understand it?”

They couldn’t help but ask.

"It is strong and very good, but I just don’t like it.”

Jason replied and then, without giving the other party a chance to question further, he directly said, “I need Divine’s Body, whether it’s complete or a remnant, I need it, as many as possible!”

Jason made his demand clear.

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This demand shocked the infiltrator.

"Do you realize what you’re talking about?”

The other party stared intently into Jason’s eyes, their gaze filled with anger.

It was the anger against unreasonable demands.

And the fury at being taken advantage of in desperate times.

The infiltrator’s hand even involuntarily rested on the gun handle.

But Jason remained calm.

"I know.”

"Just as I know what you want me to do.”

"They are equivalent.”

Having said that, Jason stopped and calmly met the other party’s gaze.

Under such scrutiny, the other party’s anger quickly subsided, leaving only hesitation.

Or more precisely, the infiltrator was shocked by Jason’s words.

Do you really know?

Or are you bluffing?

The infiltrator looked at Jason and hesitated for a while before speaking again.

"What do you think we want you to do?”

They asked.

"I can’t be certain about the specifics, but it should have something to do with coordinating a large number of labor forces.”

Jason responded.

Hearing Jason’s answer, surprise was unmistakable in the other party’s eyes.

Jason had guessed correctly.

The task given by their Leader was to persuade Jason as quickly as possible to help ‘them’ build something in Zone F.

For this, ‘they’ were willing to spare no expense.

Yet, Jason’s recent outrageous demand instinctively prompted their rebuttal.

Even now, they held the same notion.

How rare is a Divine’s Body?

Nobody knew better than they did.

A complete Divine’s Body could mark the birth of a Hundred Major Families.

Even a remnant of Divine’s Body was enough to forge an organization like the Martial Arts Alliance.

Therefore, they had to argue with reason.

As a ‘negotiator’, they believed this was their duty.

At least, that’s what they thought.

"You’ve guessed correctly.”

"We need to establish 13 special buildings in 13 locations in Zone F before this afternoon, and we need your help, but

"The value of Divine’s Body is just too high. I can’t accept your outrageous demand. We can only offer you one remnant of Divine’s Body at most.”

The infiltrator dragged out their words.

"Three or more complete Divine’s Bodies and at least ten remnants of Divine’s Bodies.”

Jason named his price.

Instantly, the infiltrator jumped up.

Literally ‘jumped’.

Their sparse hair seemed to stand on end, and, flushed with rage, they glared at Jason.

"Are you joking?”

They restrained their anger, trying to keep their tone steady as if just speaking, but it still sounded like a roar.

This time, Jason did not speak again; he just raised his hand and pointed outside the door.

The meaning couldn’t be clearer.

Seeing Jason’s gesture, the infiltrator instantly calmed down.

"This is beyond my authority; I need to consult the Leader.”

They said so.

Although the Leader had granted them full responsibility, three or more complete Divine’s Bodies and at least ten remnants of Divine’s Bodies were not within their power to decide.

They believed that themselves.

Jason nodded his head, watching the other party leave the room for the time being.

The infiltrator did not contact their Leader through a call but used a more secretive means, preventing Jason’s superhuman perception from picking up on it.

Approximately two minutes later, the infiltrator returned.

Their face looked ugly.

Even uglier than when they first heard Jason’s demand.

Although Jason did not know what had transpired, he had his speculations.

The infiltrator’s Leader must have reprimanded them.

It was simple; at a critical moment of survival, their ‘nickel-and-diming’ was particularly displeasing.

Or better put, presumptuous.

At this time, that the infiltrator showed up here meant they naturally had the authority to make full decisions.

But they were still guessing at their Leader’s thoughts, something the Leader, who had strategically planned everything, couldn’t forgive, especially after those strategies inadvertently prepared a bridal gown for ‘Losa 11’.

Their Leader urgently needed a victory.

This victory not only had to help ‘them’ through this crisis but also had to restore morale.

Therefore, they chose him as the negotiator, and not ‘Losa 11’.

Not only because ‘Losa 11’ was the beneficiary after their failure, but also because of ‘Losa 11’s’ identity.

A member of the Hundred Major Families, the eleventh heir to the Losa Family.

This status was enough to make them wary and distrustful.

Or perhaps…

Jason thought back to when facing ‘historical evil spirits’, how he, along with Losa 11 and Hera 10, received ‘differential treatment’.