At this moment, the middle-aged man being watched by everyone had a somewhat hesitant look on his face.
As a mercenary wandering from place to place, he naturally knew that someone who could produce tens of millions of notes at once was no ordinary person.
However, the temptation of so much money was indeed too great.
Seeing his indecision, others chimed in: "Squad Leader, our Rust Mercenary Corps hasn't had a job for several months. If we don't take on some business, we will starve to death."
"That's right. By his appearance, he seems like one of those Otherworldly Lords."
"These Otherworldly Lords appear to be quite weak, just perfect for us to make a move."
"Let's take the chance and hit him!"
At this moment, the man in front seemed to have made up his mind after hearing the persuasions of the others.
"Alright, let's hit him then!"
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on the faces of the others in the scene.
The man continued,
