"Power means qualification, right?"
Dirk Carter asked.
At this moment, Canned was quite overbearing.
He had reason to be confident.
On his side were seven or eight people, while Dirk Carter had only two, one of whom was a woman, whom he didn't even consider a threat.
"Scared, aren't you? I'm not unreasonable. You injured my brother, just pay some medical expenses and we're square."
Dirk Carter smiled slightly.
He turned around.
And locked the courtyard gate.
Then he turned back and asked, "How much to pay?"
"Thirty thousand."
Canned said as if it were a lion's share.
Dirk Carter nodded.
He looked at The Leopard Cat beside him and said, "Your turn."
"Why me?"
The Leopard Cat asked.
Dirk said, "Cut the crap, you caused this mess, so you settle it."
"Fine."
The Leopard Cat stretched lazily.
Stepped out from the shadows.
Only then did Canned recognize that the woman before him was the one who had tipped him off earlier.
Just as he was about to speak.
