Lin Bei shook his head: "I don't have that much Sky Fire. Even if I want to make a deal with you, that won't work."
The stall owner looked at Lin Bei suspiciously: "Then how many Skyfires do you have?"
Lin Beidao: "No more, no less, exactly sixty. I plan to keep some for myself, so I can only produce fifty wisps of sky fire. More is not enough."
"Brother, it's useless for you to keep ten rays of sky fire. Well, if you give them all to me, I will take sixty rays of sky fire and give you all the battleships. You can tell your conscience that this deal is definitely a good deal for you.
Very, I really lost money on the sale. This is because we are brothers, otherwise, if it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t be able to do it," the stall owner said.
"Let's do this, fifty-nine wisps of sky fire. I will take away one battleship from you, and you can also leave me a wisp of sky fire as a kindling!" Lin Bei changed his words.
The stall owner's eyes changed slightly, and finally he said: "Okay, I will accept fifty-nine rays of sky fire from you, but I don't want any of the battleships. I will give them all to you, and we will treat them as friends. Brother, I have a hunch.
, in the future, we may still meet, and maybe there will be opportunities for cooperation. I will suffer a little loss this time, and we will talk about it next time if we meet."
"Okay." Lin Bei nodded.
The stall owner was also an upright person. He directly handed over all the warships in the stall to Lin Bei. Lin Bei did not hesitate and took out fifty-nine wisps of sky fire and handed them to the stall owner.
After completing the transaction, the stall owner closed the stall and left, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
However, his voice still echoed in Lin Bei's ears: "Brother, I'm leaving, but don't take out those battleships, airships, etc. to show others casually, or you may get yourself killed.
Also, if you are not very lucky and are very unlucky, and get caught, you must not confess to me."
"I've left you a note with my name. If you want to buy anything in the next day, or if you want to find a way to sell the things you got through murder, you can also contact me."
"Finally, no matter what the situation is, don't say that you have made a deal with me. Otherwise, I won't be able to do anything, and you may be dead."
In front of Lin Bei, there was also something like a "business card" floating in the air, but it was made of a special kind of talisman paper.
There are only five words written on it.
Purgatory!
Zhang San!
"Purgatory?"
"Zhang San?"
Lin Bei looked strange.
He could naturally see that the so-called "Purgatory" should be an organization, and that "Zhang San" was naturally a personal name.
But the weirdest thing is that when he was in the wilderness, he was acting under the name Zhang San. Now, he has met another Zhang San?
