In the commercial district of Marsh City, Moray had just hung up and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. “Calm down, Mr. Du, I’m just here to talk about purchasing your store.”

“But Mr. Moray, I don’t think I can—”

“No, I understand. Just let me know your price, and if I find it suitable, I’ll buy it. Of course, I’ll also shoulder all of the debts you have for this store. The amount you will receive will be at least 20% more than whatever price you’re going to propose,” Moray chuckled.

“Mr. Moray, I’m afraid this is no longer a business transaction. You’re just wantonly using your money against me.”...