The man revealed a mouthful of large yellow teeth, and smiled maliciously.

Four burly bodyguards immediately entered the room, each reaching into their pockets to pull out pistols already equipped with silencers.

Seeing their reaction, the man showed not the slightest panic; instead, he chuckled carelessly and said, "Old Zorn, you have to know that if you kill me, it will be difficult to find another reliable treasure hunter like me. Do you think getting into that country on the Eastern Continent is easy?

Not to mention taking something out from there. Even if you have the money, it's impossible. You need skills and connections, which you don't have, but I do.

As you know, maintaining these things is not easy, so it's not excessive for me to ask for some extra benefits, right? How about this: add another three million, and you can take the item directly."

Facing the other's insatiable demands, Zorn took a puff of tobacco from his pipe, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said, "Money is not an issue. I have always acknowledged your capabilities. Three million it is, take out the item."

"It's good that you're easy to talk to; no wonder you've made your business so successful."

Punk grinned, reached out, and pulled out a delicate rectangular brocade box from under the chair. As the box opened, a broken black iron rod, only half remaining, appeared before Zorn.

He instantly perked up, excitedly stepped forward, took the broken rod from the box, and carefully caressed it in his hands.

"That's right, it's it, it's really mine," Zorn murmured ecstatically.

"This thing is already broken. I had to scour hundreds of mountain temples in the countryside to find it. Is it really related to the Divine Buddha of the Eastern Continent?" Punk asked while puffing his cigar.

This question prompted Zorn to give a cold-eyed glare: "Don't ask questions that aren't your concern. Doing so can help you live longer. You know what to say and what not to say."

"Heh, of course. What's the next item you want me to find for you? I'm really tight on money lately, just let me know."

"There's no target for now. Take a good rest for a while." Zorn placed the broken rod back in the brocade box, then signaled his bodyguards to pick up the box before turning to leave.

"As usual, I'll transfer your money from the Swiss Bank."

Watching Zorn's departing back, Punk took a strong puff of his cigar, his eyes slowly becoming profound.

He was once born in the Delta Force, but after retiring, he went to Central and Western Europe as a mercenary and assassin, amassing numerous Third World connections and friends in the mercenary world over a decade.

These years he has worked for Zorn, a wealthy man in San Francisco, scouring the world for certain items.

In ordinary people's terms, those items are antiques.

But having witnessed many unusual events, Punk doesn't think so. He'd rather call those items... God's weapons.

Have you seen a hammer that, when slammed into the ground, can summon Celestial Thunder?

Have you seen a Golden Pagoda, just the size of a hot water bottle, that can instantly turn into a building of comparable size when tossed?

Have you seen a gourd capable of spraying to strip flesh, skin, and blood from a person's body?

Punk has seen all these things, as he collected these mysterious and dangerous items from overseas for Zorn.

Privately, Punk is also curious. He went to investigate myths and legends from all over, and from the Eastern Continent's mythology, he unexpectedly discovered from an ancient novel called "The God Sealing List" a character named Li Jing, who actually possessed a Treasure Pagoda magical treasure that could change size.

This was very similar to the Golden Pagoda he once found.

This led Punk to begin doubting whether in this world, those high-status people conspired to hide something from ordinary people?

Punk doesn't know, but he's very curious about this secret.

And after successfully bringing back that broken rod this time, he's grown even more curious.

Thus, facing Zorn, his mysterious old client, he unprecedentedly tampered with the broken rod secretly.

For example... installing an undetectable eavesdropper, thus giving him a chance to discover Zorn's true motives behind spending vast sums collecting these items.

"This world is truly too mysterious. If one could possess great power, then money is just something that's easy to come by. Old Zorn, I'm sorry."

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