In return, Maxen reminded him, “There are two more people in the back, ahem…” frёeωebɳovel.com
Maxen didn’t mention their specific identities, but Mike indicated that he understood.
The two in the back were Cedric and Foreskin.
They were there to observe the negotiation.
After chatting with Maxen, Mike returned to the negotiation table.
“Let’s begin.”
Mike got straight to the point.
“The money Maxen handed over should be distributed more fairly.”
Joseph smiled wryly.
“Maxen has already handed over much less money recently.”
Actually, he didn’t quite understand why they needed to have a negotiation between the two sides over this small amount of money.
Compared to the previous Supreme Power, Maxen’s money-making speed was too slow.
Something felt wrong.
“The amount of money is one thing.”
Mike didn’t feel embarrassed at all and said naturally, “If I remember correctly, the Nightmare corps has 20,000 members, right?”
Joseph nodded. “Yes, the weakest among them are Nine-tier Generals, absolute elites!”
The Nightmare corps had a strict elimination system.
Those who were not strong enough would be eliminated from the Nightmare corps.
Mike nodded and said slowly, “Then I have a fair proposal…”
Maxen, Shadow Three, and Shadow Four all looked at Mike at the same time.
“Let’s split the money based on headcount!”
As Mike made his proposal, he looked at Shadow Four and asked, “For the sake of fairness, let’s only count those in the Guardian Shadow who are Nine-tier Generals or above. How many are there?”
Shadow Four answered truthfully, “10.56 million.”
10.56 million against 20,000, that was very fair.
Joseph was dumbfounded.
“This… this doesn’t seem quite right, Shadow Four?”
“What’s wrong with it?”
Mike raised an eyebrow and glared.
“Are you saying that you think it would be fairer for the [Guardian Shadow] and the [Nightmare corps] to each send out powerhouses of Soldier, General, Chief, Lord, and Ultimate Lord tiers to hold a tournament and decide the allocation based on the results?”
Mike’s description was a bit too detailed.
Joseph’s eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly. “That’s a good idea, that’s a good idea!” Maxen facepalmed slightly.
It was over, the moment Joseph agreed, he had already been screwed!
As for how badly he would be screwed, Maxen wasn’t sure yet.
This time, the Nightmare corps was going to bleed!
After Joseph agreed, Mike naturally had no objections.
This was the outcome he had wanted all along.
Mike mused, “We’ll discuss the specific details of the tournament later. As for the time, how about three days from now?”
Joseph naturally had no objections.
“Okay, it’s a deal!”
After both sides left, Maxen got up and went to the back of the room, where there was a hidden space.
Immortal Cedric was drinking tea, with ordinary fruits on the table, accompanied by the Mystic Market Manager, Foreskin.
Cedric looked up at Maxen and nodded slightly.
“You did well this time. Let the Nightmare corps jump into this pit. The Valor Sword Corps should avoid getting involved with Thor as much as possible. The saying that being close to a Supreme Being brings misfortune seems to be true.”
After speaking, Cedric picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said casually, “The front lines are tight, the Valor Sword Corps needs to recruit more people and forge more swords.”
They were already starting to prepare.
Everyone could sense one thing: this Supreme Power era was truly different!
The last Supreme Power era, Apollo, had acted too aloofly.
It made many people forget that Supreme Power itself was an era of unreasonableness!
Thor’s growth rate was terrifying.
The chain reaction it brought was also making people scramble.
Counting them one by one, since Thor’s emergence, a series of major events had occurred:
The demon cult had been eradicated one after another…
The human race had fought a great war with the Abyssal Plane, slaying the Third, Fourth, and Sixth Demon Gods…
Gregory’s talent had awakened for the third time, and he had retreated into the Tower of Truth, unable to leave before reaching level 990…
Calderon, who had been lying in a coffin, had reappeared, determined to fight the Archdemon
to the death…
Shadow Nine and Calderon had joined forces to enter the Supreme Abyssal, and Ares had
sealed the Supreme Abyssal for ten years…
Each of these events was earth-shattering!
Taken individually, they were all major events that wouldn’t be forgotten for a decade.
But after Thor’s emergence, in just about a month, so many upheavals had occurred!
As Thor rapidly grew stronger, the top powerhouses of the human race naturally felt a sense of pressure, urging them to move forward.
Cedric’s request was reasonable.
Foreskin sighed helplessly, spreading his hands.
“The last war almost emptied our coffers. It’s already hard enough to maintain a balance between income and expenses, where would we get the money for the Valor Sword Corps?”
Foreskin’s words were also reasonable.
That war, after all, was fought to buy time for Thor’s development, and it had consumed a
huge amount of resources.
Cedric shook his head. “I don’t care about the money, you’re in charge of that.”
With that, he got up and left, giving Foreskin no chance to refuse.
Maxen smiled from the side.
Perhaps because he had been fleeced for so long, seeing Foreskin being fleeced by Cedric
actually made Maxen feel… good.
“If this goes on…”
Foreskin shook his head and looked at Maxen.
“We’ll have to use your birthday money.”
The smile on Maxen’s face suddenly froze, and a huge question mark appeared above his
head.
Maxen: ???
In the end, the situation where Maxen got hurt had come to pass!
…
After dealing with these matters, Mike immediately went to find Ace.
He had already thought about this tournament, and how to maximize his profits!
“Ace, I have a money-making opportunity.”
Mike leaned in close to Ace and asked in a low voice, “Are you interested?”
Ace looked at Mike with suspicion.
“A money-making opportunity for you, you mean?”
“Come on, you won’t lose out while I’m making money!”
Mike grinned and whispered, “There’s a tournament in three days, a showdown between the Nightmare corps and the Guardian Shadow. The outcome of the tournament will determine
the distribution of benefits between the two…”
Ace’s eyes lit up as he listened to Mike’s introduction.
This was indeed a good opportunity to make money!
According to Mike, there would be five tiers of competition: Soldier, General, Chief, Lord, and
Ultimate Lord.
It was a competition of the two forces’ foundations!
Whether they had enough talent reserves, whether they could surpass the Guardian Shadow!
The Nightmare corps, as the oldest Supreme corps, could it regain its former glory?
The outcome of this tournament was no longer about fleecing Maxen.
It was… a matter of the Nightmare corps’s face!
If they lost, it wouldn’t just be losing the tournament, it would be losing Supreme Being
Morpheus’s face!
The Nightmare corps not only had to win, but they had to win convincingly.
And Ace, as a powerhouse of the new generation, had few rivals in his tier!
In other words, he was the best candidate to represent them.
However, there was still one problem standing in Ace’s way.
He had the strength, but did he have the qualifications?
Why would the Nightmare corps let Ace represent them?
Ace didn’t think too much about this problem.
Because he knew that since Mike had brought this up to him, it meant that Mike had already
arranged everything.
Arranged it perfectly.
“Ace, I can arrange for you to represent the Nightmare corps, I just have one request…”
Mike gave a sly smile and stated his condition.
“Ask for a higher appearance fee!”