"Internal damage? Mr. Han, are you kidding me? Thereās clearly nothing wrong with this gun; Iāve personally tested it a long time ago."
The young woman, who had just finished test-firing the gun, claimed there was something wrong with it, causing Wang Zhifanās expression to darken slightly.
Although he wasnāt particularly knowledgeable about firearms due to his upbringing, he had personally tested the rare rifle after acquiring it and was certain there was no issue with it, confirming it operates smoothly.
"Heh... Mr. Huang, I assume youāre not in the marksman profession, right? Otherwise, you wouldnāt have missed it."
Upon hearing Wang Zhifanās response, the young woman with phoenix eyes, still standing near the large window, let out a laugh tinged with a hint of disdain.
"Indeed, Iām not, but even though Iām not a marksman, I know thereās nothing wrong with this gun. Mr. Han, are you trying to reduce the price right before the deal? Isnāt that a bit unfair?"
Wang Zhifan wasnāt about to compromise just because of the other partyās claims. He had rushed over to make this deal, planning to quickly sell and gather funds to buy a villa. But now it seemed that even if he accepted a relatively low price, they still wanted to push it further down.
"Mr. Huang, we speak and act reasonably. I personally am a level 46 marksman player, and Iām very certain that your rifle has definitely suffered severe impact. Although it can still be used normally due to its excellent material, itās already internally damaged, likely leading to problems during future use. So, four million is actually quite a fair price. Elsewhere, it might only be worth two to three million."
The young woman didnāt seem to take Wang Zhifanās rebuttal seriously and even mentioned her player level, seemingly trying to intimidate Wang Zhifan. After all, a player over level forty is considered experienced within the player community, indicating there are hardly any weak players at this level.
But who was Wang Zhifan? Would he allow himself to be intimidated and pressured just because this woman revealed her level? Naturally, that would never happen.
Disguised as an ordinary young man, Wang Zhifan replied to the woman not far in front of him:
"Mr. Han, I cannot accept a price of four million. If you insist on reducing the price at the last moment without basic transactional integrity, then we have nothing more to discuss, and we can part ways here."
After speaking, he strode towards the young woman, preparing to take back his elite rifle.
However, at that moment, Mr. Han, with her pair of phoenix eyes, glanced at him with a slightly cold look and did not return the gun she had in hand. Instead, she suddenly took two steps back, lifted the elite rifle in her hand, and aimed the muzzle at Wang Zhifanās chest.
"Mr. Huang, I thought you were a reasonable and smart person. I didnāt expect you to be only concerned about making money, stubborn and ignorant. I advise you to follow my suggested price for this transaction, or some not-so-good things might happen."
The woman suddenly revealed her fangs, aiming her gun at Wang Zhifan right in front of him.
"Oh? What exactly might those not-so-good things be?"
Seeing the situation, Wang Zhifanās face broke into a cold smile. Although he had been quite polite so far, it was merely a basic conduct during the transaction. If someone was unwilling to maintain this mutual understanding, he saw no reason to continue engaging in polite conversation.
"What do you think, Mr. Huang?"
Facing Wang Zhifanās increasingly cold demeanor, the young woman with the gun pointed at him showed no particular care or regard, speaking to him with a tone of slight disdain:
"In dungeons, Iāve killed more than a hundred individuals, and even in the real world, Iāve not killed fewer than I can count on one hand. I advise you, this greedy merchant, not to be so oblivious to the situation. Iām telling the truth; your rifle is worth no more than four million. I canāt offer a single penny more. Completing this transaction at a reasonable price is impossible."
"If you canāt afford it, donāt buy it! Do you think anyoneās forcing a deal with you!"
Confronted with the black barrel of the gun, Wang Zhifan displayed no trace of fear, responding immediately in a heated tone.
At this point, he had completely lost patience for negotiations with the woman in front of him. Even though he wasnāt sure if her claims about the elite rifle being damaged were true, he understood that wasnāt the key point. The crucial matter was that he couldnāt afford to suffer such a loss for that reason. At worst, heād sell the rifle to those willing to pay a high price.
Once he finished speaking, his figure suddenly moved in, driving strength through his fingertips, and with extraordinary speed, he reached out to grab the elite rifle pointed at him, forcibly taking back the gun from the womanās hands almost instantly, and directly stored it into his personal space.
"You..."
The woman was immediately shocked by this sudden turn of events. On one hand, she hadnāt expected Wang Zhifan to take proactive action even when a rare-level gun was aimed at him. On the other hand, she realized that his speed and strength were at an incredibly high level, leaving her unable to respond in time to his snatching the gun, and during the brief moment of strength confrontation, she was completely overpowered, unable to contend with him.
"Tch, wasting my time! Youāre lucky the gun didnāt go off, or today would be your death anniversary!"
After swiftly retrieving the elite rifle, Wang Zhifan made a remark and was about to leave.
He was entirely correct; he had restrained himself moments ago, taking into account that this was a densely populated area in the real world, and the woman in front of him didnāt actually shoot. Otherwise, he wouldāve reciprocated the gesture even if it meant facing being wanted.
However, just as Wang Zhifan was about to leave, the woman whose gun he had taken away became visibly anxious and suddenly raised her voice, calling him back:
"Mr. Huang! I apologize for being too impatient earlier! Iām willing to purchase your rifle for six million, as long as you help me with one task!"
But at that moment, Wang Zhifan acted as if he hadnāt heard her words at all, turning to head towards the elevator, completely ignoring her.
The young woman behind him saw his attitude and immediately, with a slightly helpless expression, raised her offer:
"Mr. Huang! Iām willing to pay seven million! No, eight million is fine! Even a million!"
It was as if she were frantically bidding on her desired treasure at an auction, for some reason, determined to keep Wang Zhifan.
Originally, Wang Zhifan wasnāt planning to entertain this somewhat unreliable and erratic woman, but seeing how eagerly she raised the price to retain his presence, he couldnāt help showing some interest. After all, itās hard to imagine what a high-level player would want him to do for them.