It seemed like he had some kind of mysterious artifact that could conceal his aura, even Sun Hang hadn't sensed his presence in advance.
"Although it seems you have quite a few prejudices against me, I'm generally a magnanimous person," the grim Hunter said with a faint smile while wearing a cloak. "It's not easy for you to have made it here. To my mind, why not cooperate? We can split the benefits eighty-twenty. What do you think?"
"Eighty-twenty?" Sun Hang glanced at him, "Eighty for me, twenty for you?"
"That's not funny at all." The grim Hunter shook his head. "I don't really like deceitful rhetoric. As newcomers, it's fortunate you can get twenty percent, thanks to those useless good-for-nothings who gave you that chance."
"You mean those Indian hunters?" the Fisherman instinctively asked.
"No, not just them."
"Cooperation is possible, but there must be enough sincerity," Sun Hang said.
