“How much will you compensate?”
“God of War, I’ll compensate the amount you want.”
“Is it suitable? Don’t say that I’m scamming you.”
“Why would I? God of War, you want me to compensate because you hold me in high regard. It’s my honor to compensate you. How could I say that you’re scamming me?”
Thomas nodded. He simply pointed at the bottles and cans that were broken on the ground. “These were passed down by the Nolan family’s ancestors. They are centennial antiques, so they are quite valuable. In this case, you just need to compensate $100,000,000.”
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