"You have to give us a specific number," West said. "If you only say that we have to kill a lot of them, we won't have an idea at all. I don't like this kind of battle without an exact number."
"At least one of the Nature Guardian's four main enemies has to be eliminated for the Nature Guardian to recover completely."
"We can't do that," West rejected directly.
Even if he accepted Malone's reward, it didn't mean that Malone could ask for an exorbitant price.
Moreover, Malone's request was indeed too much.
According to Marlon's explanation, the Nature Guardian's four main enemies were the Spirit Beast army, the Undead Elemental army, Gu Yida's army, and the Spirit of Vengeance. The four of them had close combat strength, and with the Spirit of Vengeance as the standard, the Spirit of Vengeance's strength was equivalent to the Nature Guardian's.
In other words, they would have to face an enemy that was at the level of a dragon with the title of Nature Guardian.
This was too much. West knew the Supernatural Organization's strength very well.
Putting aside Chen Zhao, the people below the president weren't weak, but they weren't at the top either.
Even if they all worked together, they wouldn't be able to fight against a dragon.
Take Gaia for example. She had the bloodline of a dragon.
Ever since her awakening, her bloodline had been increasing in purity.
But even now, she was barely at the level of a young dragon.
She was only at the level of Obitos.
A young dragon and an adult dragon were two completely different concepts.
Gaia was also the strongest in the Supernatural Organization.
Moreover, the difference in strength wasn't something that could be made up with a few people.
It was like a special forces soldier and a kid. Their strength, speed, and combat power were only ten times different, but could ten kids beat a special forces soldier?
Of course, from the current situation, if they really wanted to accept this mission …
The spirit beast army was undoubtedly the most suitable.
After all, the spirit beasts won purely through numbers.
Their individual strength was within the acceptable range of the Supernatural Organization.
Moreover, the Supernatural Organization was most confident in dealing with such a large number of enemies.
However, since they were able to rival the other three, then their numbers were probably terrifying.
Quantitative change could be transformed into qualitative change.
"Mr. West, I feel that you can try the spirit beast army." Malone said, "The spirit beast army isn't always gathered together. They are all led by chief-class spirit beasts. Roughly one chief-class spirit beast will be born out of every ten thousand spirit beasts. Their habits are very similar to wild beasts, and they will often have conflicts with each other over territory. Hence, you don't need to deal with the entire spirit beast army at once. You just need to wipe them out one by one."
Marlon paused for a moment before continuing, "Also, I can provide you with information about the spirit beasts."
"I still can't. Your conditions are too much," West said.
"Mr. West, we can arrange for a few spiritualists who are not weak to work with you."
"A rather strong spiritualist? We don't like to team up with strangers. "
Malone had never met someone so difficult to deal with.
If it weren't for the fact that they were powerful, Ma Long would have flipped the table.
Marlon continued, "Mister West, the people I've arranged are not weak, but they are also willing to listen to your orders. They will obey any order you give them unconditionally."
"Are these people your subordinates?"
"No, but they have already made a promise. Hence, they don't object to my arrangements."
West was a little puzzled. They weren't Marlon's subordinates, yet they weren't weak and would obey Marlon's orders unconditionally.
Ordinary spiritualist organizations might not be willing to work with strangers, let alone listen to the orders of strangers.
Could it be that these spiritualists had something on them that Marlon could use against them? Hence, they were being threatened by him?
If that was the case, he would have to be even more careful.
"Mister West, I believe that our cooperation should be based on sincerity. My request will be lowered again and again."
"Alright, but before that, I need to know who the people you've arranged for me are and how strong they are. I don't want to bring a bunch of burdens with me. Don't you agree?"
"Of course, no problem."
…
"Mister Sonnenfeld, when do you plan to return the money you owe us?"
Sonnenfeld's expression was very ugly as he looked at the people in front of him.
"I've already applied for bankruptcy protection. I don't have the money to return it to you." Sonnenfeld could only hide in his daughter's house and rely on her to live.
This had saved him a lot of trouble. During this period, the money he owed through proper channels couldn't do anything to him.
However, the money he owed did not all come from proper channels.
For example, the person in front of him was from Saint An Finance Company.
Of course, they were also a usury group.
Sonnenfeld had borrowed three million dollars, but after a year, it had turned into five million dollars.
Usury represented huge profits, so it was inevitable that it would appear in any country or region.
Of course, usury was not allowed or protected by the law.
However, usury did not rely on the law to collect debts.
They used more direct methods.
"Mister Sonnenfeld, this is not a reason for you to reject us."
The man with a small mustache standing in front of Sonnenfeld smoked a cigar. When he looked at Sonnenfeld, his eyes flickered with coldness.
"I don't like violence, but that doesn't mean I won't use it. I communicate with most of my clients peacefully, but if they don't listen to me, I don't mind using unconventional methods to get back the money that belongs to us."
Just then, the door opened and Demi walked in.
When she saw her father and a few strangers, her face sank.
"Who are you? Get out of my house, or I'll call the police. "
The man with a small mustache looked at Demi. "Miss Demi, I'm the person in charge of Saint An Finance Company. This is my business card. We have some financial disputes with your father, but if you call the police, the situation will become very complicated."
"Dad … how much do you owe them?" Demi looked at her father.
Sonnenfeld lowered his head, unwilling to answer the question.
"Five million dollars," the man with a small mustache answered for Sonnenfeld.
Demi's face darkened. Five million dollars? Even if she sold herself, she wouldn't be able to get that much money.
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