The Black Cat's roaring airflow was like a gust of storm, almost suffocating Mammon.
He could clearly see the Black Cat's bright red throat, like a black hole, with its tongue adorned with iron thistle-like barbs, and its mouth full of sharp white teeth.
He could also clearly feel the Black Cat's irritable mood at the moment.
But none of these were reasons for him to give up his 'legitimate rights,' so, despite being sprayed all over with the Black Cat's saliva, Mammon did not take a step back and bravely faced it head-on.
This made him look as if he was planning to dive into the Black Cat's mouth.
"Twelve pieces, not a single Copper less!" he shouted, his tone very firm: "Within the permissible range, I've already offered the best possible conditions... this is the final bottom line!"
Likewise, the Black Cat's tough stance also did not soften in the slightest.
