The man with flower arms shook his head: "It's not that I won't go, I mean... it costs extra money!"
"Yes! More money!"
"I can already feel the next call of the nightmare world. I may enter the nightmare world at any time. I need enough money to buy the treasure! I have to pay more!" The speaker was a middle-aged man with a white shirt, gold-rimmed glasses and a bald head. He was the most emotional among the people present, and the fear between his brows was lingering.
"How much do you want?" Murong Mengli asked coldly.
"Two million! Pay first, work later!"
"I want three million!" The man with tattooed arms said with a big mouth, "I've been to the abandoned city before. I have more experience than them, so the price is higher!"
Some people were unwilling to do so: "We are all nightmare apostles, why is your price so high? We should all be 3 million!"
Seeing the situation getting more and more out of control, Murong Mengli couldn't help but feel a headache. Her noble status could not suppress these dying people at all. They were going to die anyway and no longer cared about anything.
Boom!
The sound of a wooden stick hitting the floor was not loud, but it was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, creating ripples.
The chaotic scene became eerily quiet, and the ten nightmare apostles couldn't help but look towards Su Mu.
Su Mu was seen with his hands folded on the serpentine wood cane, his brown glasses slowly scanning the crowd, a hint of disappointment emerging in his eyes.
"My fellow officers, you have disappointed me."
There was a hint of disappointment in his calm tone, like a respected teacher lecturing a naughty student.
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