The dwarf looked at Qin Yi, those cold eyes flickering with a chilling gleam.
"You want to do business with me?"
The dwarf's voice was sharp, like a dog scratching at a door, very unpleasant to hear.
Qin Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at him and said: "How should I address you?"
"Seven-inch Snake."
Qin Yi thought to himself, is this even a name? It seems the Poison Snake Organization names its people after snakes. The name Seven-inch Snake does match the dwarf's height.
Qin Yi said: "That's right, there's a big deal for you, but I wonder if you dare to take it?"
Seven-inch Snake sneered disdainfully, "If there's a deal in this Sin City that my Poison Snake Organization doesn't dare to take, then nobody can. However, I won't cooperate with you unless there's a condition."
