Eunuch, do you really know these martial arts?

Salman Chee can only be completely at ease once this deal is finalized.

“Dear Mr. Salman Chi, I think you’ve made a mistake. We can supply these weapons, but this deal involves a huge risk for us. Therefore, I demand that each piece of weapon be priced 10% higher than the market price. Otherwise, this deal cannot be done.”

Unlike Salman Chizon, Louis XIX shook his head, took a sip of wine, and said nonchalantly.

"Mr. Louis, are you deliberately inflating the price?"

Salman Che, who had thought the deal would go smoothly, was taken aback by Louis XIX's sudden move. He paused for a moment before speaking with some annoyance.

Trading in gold was already putting a lot of pressure on the Bharata government. Now, adding another 10% to the original price was simply too high for Salman Chi.

“Mr. Salman, you’re not wrong if you put it that way. It’s not just me, it’s the same for Mr. Sam Meng. All the weapons this time must be traded at market price plus 10%. Otherwise, the deal is off.”

Louis XIX remained calm, but the words he uttered startled Salman.

If only Louis XIX had done this, he might have tried to negotiate the price. After all, they had already delivered the weapons; they couldn't go back empty-handed, could they?

The problem is, if several arms dealers all give the same answer, how can he negotiate the price?

Salman Qi subconsciously looked towards An Yang and his group.

Louis XIX just said that he and Samuel Meng have reached an agreement. What about the rest of the Anyang group?

Salman Qi's eyes held a glimmer of hope—as long as An Yang and the other two companies hadn't reached an agreement, he still had a chance.

“Mr. Salman, I’m sorry. Although we haven’t reached an agreement with Mr. Louis and Mr. Sam, our choice is the same. We are demanding five percent above the market price for this arms deal. Otherwise, there’s no point in continuing the negotiations.”

Seeing Salman Qi looking over, An Yang naturally understood the expectation in his eyes. However, he was also a pragmatic man; no one would miss an opportunity to make more money. Since everyone was taking advantage of the situation, he couldn't remain aloof.

However, at least Anyang had some conscience, so they only added five points.

When An Yang spoke, Salman Qi's heart was like a rollercoaster. He was genuinely frightened when they said they would also raise the price—if all three parties were in agreement, he really wouldn't dare to make a decision.

Fortunately, the Dark Ocean side didn't act like Louis XIX and Sam Meng, demanding ten points right off the bat.

The five-point markup was the bottom line that Salman Qilai had set after discussing with the leaders, and it was also the highest price they could afford.

If they insist on adding ten points, then the Bharata government will have no choice but to give up.

They cannot possibly dedicate the entire nation's resources to purchasing weapons, and even then, these weapons might not guarantee their victory over the anti-government forces.

After An Yang finished speaking, Salman Qi truly breathed a sigh of relief.

Unlike Salman Chizon, Louis XIX and Samuel were clearly annoyed.

Especially Louis XIX, since he started his arms dealing business, no one has ever dared to disrespect him like this.

He arrived in Bharata a day later than the others.

For this reason, Louis XIX did not have time to discuss the price increase with An Yi alone.

However, Louis XIX believed that even without contacting the Amoy, the Amoy would certainly side with him if he raised the price. After all, who wouldn't want to make more money?
But An Yang directly slapped him in the face. He wanted to add ten points, but the other party only wanted to add five. Wasn't this blatantly going against him?

"Mr. An, what do you mean by this?"

Before Salman Che could speak, Louis XIX suddenly stood up and questioned the group of An Yang in an annoyed tone. His voice was harsh, clearly indicating that he already held a grudge against An Yang and his men.

“Mr. Louis, you’re getting too worked up. It’s just a transaction. We’re all businessmen, and we’re in business for profit. I think adding five percent is fine. You can express your opinion, but whether I accept it or not is my business. People shouldn’t overreach themselves, or they won’t even know how they died.”

With a mocking look in his eyes, An Yang looked at Louis XIX and said lightly.

Louis XIX became an instant sensation.

He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the dark ocean.

“Mr. An, I’m only sitting here with you out of respect. Otherwise, do you think you’re qualified to sit here? What can a nobody arms dealer offer Bharata? Could it be that you can only offer some scrap metal, which is why you’re afraid to raise the price?”

Guns were pointed at An Yang, and Louis XIX's men also drew their guns, pointing them at An Yang and his group. It seemed that if Louis XIX gave the order, they would shoot An Yang and his men on the spot.

"Heh, giving me face? Louis XIX, you think you're worthy?"

An Yang chuckled lightly, the mockery in his words clearly audible to everyone present.

"Gentlemen, we're all here to do business. Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth. Our big customer is right here, let's not start fighting among ourselves! Mr. Louis, Mr. An, how about this, give me some face, let's sit down and talk things over, let's finalize this deal first?"

Sam suddenly stood up, positioned himself between Louis XIX and the Dark Ocean, reached out and pushed Louis XIX's gun back, and said with a smile.

He hadn't expected that this was only the beginning, and Louis XIX would already be locked in a fierce battle with the Dark Ocean. They were both there to make money; if they fought it out here, wouldn't Bharata be the one who benefited most?

"You just have some mediocre weapons from Country Y, and you think you're something special? Louis XIX, taking your life is as easy as snapping your fingers. I say five points, and it's five points. If you don't want to do this business, the door's over there. Get out of here and stop getting in my way."

An Yang sneered. Forget about giving Sam face; if he was unhappy, he could just wipe out both of them.

"you--"

Enraged, Louis XIX was about to pull the trigger. He wanted to kill this guy who dared to disrespect him!
With a few sharp "slaps," a dark figure flashed past and appeared directly in front of Louis XIX, swiftly snatching the gun from his hand, tearing off his mask, and slapping him more than a dozen times across the face.

When the sound subsided, the dark figure had already sat back down in its original position. Louis XIX's cheek was swollen and red, with a clear handprint visible.

Louis XIX stared in horror at the person sitting there, clutching his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and dared not utter a single word.

Unable to bear the pain any longer, Louis XIX opened his mouth wide with a "pfft" and spat out blood mixed with a few teeth.

Louis XIX was furious, but dared not utter a single word.

That man attacked in public, and no one could stop him. With that kind of skill, if someone wanted him dead, he would have been dead already.

"Mr. Louis, are you...are you alright?"

Salman Qi hadn't expected Dark Eagle to act so directly, so he didn't react immediately. Seeing Louis XIX's state, he didn't dare provoke Dark Eagle and could only go and check on Louis XIX first.

"I'm fine!"

Louis XIX struggled to utter those three words. The slightest touch to the wound in his mouth caused him to grimace in pain, but he dared not look at Dark Eagle again.

It was Dark Eagle who made the move.

He didn't care who Louis XIX was; daring to yell at Dark Eagle here, the fact that Dark Eagle hadn't killed him outright was already a big favor. Sam Meng was equally surprised that Dark Eagle would dare to act so ruthlessly.

Looking at Louis XIX's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, he ultimately didn't dare to say anything more.

What a joke! Even someone with Louis XIX's background was beaten on the spot. If he says another word, he'll probably be the next one to get a beating.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall became extremely tense.

Louis XIX sat in his seat, seething with anger, but remained silent. His subordinates, who had been by his side, whispered something in his ear.

Salman Chi could only manage a forced laugh; he truly didn't know what to do.

Louis XIX was beaten in front of him. How could he possibly continue doing business with him?

An Yang didn't care what Salman Qi was thinking. Seeing that no one spoke, he simply spoke up.

“Mr. Salman, now that you’ve finished your business with Louis XIX, shouldn’t you talk to me?”

An Yang said casually, still holding a glass of red wine in his hand, swirling it gently.

"this--"

Salman glanced hesitantly at Louis XIX.

They didn't get anything out of it at all.

Louis XIX wanted a bonus of a full ten points!

However, now that Louis XIX doesn't dare to go against the people of the Dark Ocean, Salman Che will naturally have to go along with the Dark Ocean's wishes first.

"Yes, Mr. An. What kind of weapons can you provide?"

Seeing that no one spoke from Louis XIX's side, Salman Qi turned to the ocean and asked very seriously.

"Tanks, please. Since the anti-government forces have tanks, I'll provide you with the same tanks so you can engage them in a firefight. As for other things, whatever you need, we can provide them. But the price will be the same, market price plus five percent. If that's acceptable, let's sign a contract directly, and I'll be waiting to collect the money."

An Yang spoke slowly, as if he didn't realize at all that his words were like a bomb.

"Really? Mr. An, can you really provide tanks of the same specifications as those used by the anti-government forces?"

Salman Qi doubted whether he had misheard. Otherwise, how could he have heard that Dark Ocean and his group could provide tanks?
You know, those are tanks from the US!
Even if it's a model that's about to be retired, it's not something an arms dealer could just get easily, right?

Are you doubting us?

Before An Yang could speak, An Ying spoke first, his tone carrying a strange hint of threat and ruthlessness.

His words sent a chill down Salman's spine for no apparent reason.

"No, I didn't suspect anything. Um, Mr. An, I wonder how many tanks you could provide?"

Salman Qi hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise from doing business with the Dark Ocean. If they could really get their hands on tanks, then even if they couldn't reclaim the land occupied by the anti-government forces for the time being, they could at least remain undefeated.

He had even started planning in his mind how to launch an attack once the tanks were on the battlefield.

We must teach those anti-government troops a lesson they won't forget.

However, the number of tanks shouldn't be too small, right?

If the quantity is too small, that won't work either.

Salman Chi is so excited that he has overlooked a very important matter—whether the gold they have can actually afford the price of the tanks.

"How many tanks does the opposing force currently possess?"

An Yang asked with a smile.

"Six tanks! Six tanks! Those damned anti-government militants have six tanks!"

Salman Qi almost gritted his teeth as he said this.

If it weren't for the US secretly providing these six tanks, how could their government forces have been defeated so quickly?
"Then six tanks it is. The other side has six tanks, and we'll provide you with six tanks as well. However, we don't accept IOUs or credit."

This time, it was Dark Hawk who spoke up.

An Yang glanced at him but said nothing.

Jiang Nian sat to the side, not saying a word, just listening quietly to their conversation.

He hadn't expected that the Shadowlands not only produced weapons, but also things like tanks.

The United States has only six tanks that are about to be retired, and they have all been given to anti-government armed forces. It seems that the United States is also determined to take over Borneo in one fell swoop.

I wonder what the reaction would be if the US knew that Bharata had managed to get his hands on tanks exactly like theirs.

After Dark Hawk finished speaking, Salman Qi was completely shocked. He opened his mouth wide and couldn't utter a single word.

Not only was Salman Qi speechless, but Louis XIX and Sam Meng also looked at An Yang and his group in shock.

Louis XIX and Samuel M. were not fools; they naturally had their own information channels to come to Bharata to make deals with the government forces.

They were certainly aware that the anti-government forces possessed six tanks from the US that were about to be retired.

Because they knew this, the weapons they could provide when they came to Bharata to trade with the government army were very limited.

To put it bluntly, even if they could provide tanks, they would definitely not be as good as the tanks of the United States.

Louis XIX and Sam came here mainly to make a quick fortune; whether the government forces ultimately win or lose is none of their business.

But now, they feel that with An Yang's group around, as long as the government forces are willing to pay the price, there is hope for a comeback and victory.

Six tanks, and they're American tanks! The fact that the Dark Ocean could produce something like this already proves one thing—they can't afford to offend them!

“Mr. Salman, we are also willing to sell you weapons, just like Mr. Darkness, at the market price plus five percent!”

Sam might be slow to react at other times, but in situations like this, his reaction time is incredibly fast. (End of Chapter)