The arrogant statement did not anger Andrew, who coldly watched the fierce and evil shape in the dust, suddenly asked:
"How much money?"
"Haha, what is he talking about?"
The voice of Zaniya came from the blade, inquiring to Li Aozi with confusion.
Before Li Aozi could explain, Andrew continued:
"A million Derby per year to have you hang your position with Velazquez Corporation, how about that?"
His words made the Velazquez employees by his side glance sideways.
"How can this be?!"
"Where is he worth that much money?"
"Young Master Andrew! He's just at the Gamma Rank—"
Zaniya clicked her tongue from within the sword.
The objections from the group did not include any skepticism about the appropriateness of this 'battlefield bribery' strategy.
"Shallow, being able to harm me, no matter the means, makes you far superior to this group of incompetents!"
Andrew reprimanded the people nearby, then looked back at Li Aozi:
