"Hey buddy, did you get something wrong? Our mercenary group has already made contributions this year. Why are you asking for more?" Barrett Bell asked.
The skinny young man sneered, "Barrett Bell, just because you've finished eating today doesn't mean you won't eat tomorrow, right? Besides, after defeating Brusak and Hadesman in your own mercenary group and taking full control, since this is now your own mercenary group, shouldn't you make a special contribution?"
"How much?" Barrett Bell asked.
"One billion iron coins!" the skinny young man stated.
"Ah! Impossible, I don't have that kind of money. If this is really the case, then I'm truly sorry, I'm powerless!" Barrett Bell replied.
"Powerless? Hahaha, it seems like mastering the mercenary group has made you arrogant. Let me wake you up!" With that, the skinny young man picked up a wine glass from the table and splashed the full glass of red wine onto Barrett Bell's face.
