I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 149: Sincerity

The kind-looking white-haired old man inspected the pile of spatial storage devices on the glass counter without changing his expression.

Old George's expression was quite focused, and his movents were very ticulous.

He examined each spatial storage device repeatedly with his ntal energy. The ones with better craftsmanship and appearance were placed on one side.

Those with scratches on their exteriors were placed on the other side.

After a while, having checked all the spatial storage devices, Old George lifted his white-haired head.

Old George looked at Loren in front of the counter, hesitated for a mont, and then spoke:

"Mr. Loren, for those five spatial storage devices with better craftsmanship, I can offer 5,000 Spirit Stones each."

"As for the other eight with average craftsmanship and obvious exterior scratches, I can only offer 2,000 Spirit Stones each."

"This is the highest price I can give."

"You should know the actual cost of spatial storage devices isn't very high."

"Moreover, after I buy them, when I pass them to the people in my disposal channels behind , they still have to handle part of the repair work and finding buyers, so we need to leave them so profit."

After hearing the quoted price, Loren took the coin from his chest and casually tossed it into the air.

"Is what the other party said true? If yes, show heads." After silently reciting this in his heart, the coin fell.

Heads! Truth.

Loren nodded with satisfaction. "Deal."

Old George took out 41,000 Spirit Stones from his own spatial bracelet and piled them onto the wide counter.

Loren placed his hand on these Spirit Stones and stored them into the "Crimson Tear".

At this mont, the number of Spirit Stones on Loren's person exceeded 970,000.

After putting away the Spirit Stones, Loren gave a slight tip of his hat to this honest old man and turned to leave.

"Wait a mont, Mr. Loren." Old George called out to stop Loren.

Loren's footsteps paused, and he looked back at Old George. "Sothing wrong?"

"I learned from so intelligence that a few days ago, Mr. Loren, you destroyed a Titan-class cha. I was wondering if you happened to collect the outer shell of that Titan-class cha?"

"I can offer a high price for it."

As an old-tir who has been navigating disposal channels for decades, Old George's experience was extensive. He keenly perceived that Loren was just starting to sell his spoils of war.

The other party still had the truly good stuff on him!!

Loren turned around, stared at this white-haired old man, gave a light chuckle, the corner of his mouth lifting into a sowhat dangerous smile.

"You an this?"

He snapped his fingers and took out that piece of cha wreckage from the "Crimson Tear".

"Thud!"

This piece of cha wreckage, its surface flowing with blue light and engraved with red patterns, fell onto the glass counter, producing a not-too-loud, not-too-soft collision sound.

Fortunately, the glass assembled into the counter was bulletproof grade. After being struck by the cha wreckage, the glass did not shatter.

Seeing the cha wreckage collide with the glass counter, Old George's mouth twitched with a hint of heartache, and he instinctively wanted to step forward to inspect the wreckage.

Suddenly, his hand stopped in mid-air again. The wreckage didn't belong to him yet...

Old George withdrew his hand suspended in the air, bent down, and took out a pair of specially made gloves woven from soft materials from under the counter.

After quickly putting on the gloves, he looked at Loren with anticipation in his eyes and asked:

"Can I handle it to judge its authenticity?"

"Of course. I hope you can give a satisfactory price."

Seeing the other's actions, a flicker of amusent appeared in Loren's eyes.

It seems that cha is even more valuable than I imagined...

Ten minutes later, when Loren was already growing sowhat impatient, Old George finally lifted his head with a serious expression.

After raising his head, he first instructed his subordinates to change the sign at the shop entrance to "Closed", then quoted Loren an astonishing price.

"I can offer 500,000 Spirit Stones for this piece of cha wreckage. But Mr. Loren, you must guarantee with your reputation that you won't let anyone know you sold this wreckage to , alright?"

When Loren heard this price, his face also froze for a mont.

So expensive??

Loren put away the surprise on his face, pondered for a mont, and then tentatively quoted a price:

"900,000 Spirit Stones!"

"Deal!!!" Old George said without the slightest hesitation!

Loren: "..."

Damn it! Did I sell it too cheap?! This wreckage is even more valuable than I imagined!!

"Is the value of this cha wreckage very high? If it is, I'll go get so more stock from the Federation Military another day." Loren asked, pretending it was no big deal.

Upon hearing this, Old George fell silent for a mont, looking at Loren with a strange expression.

As expected of a ruthless individual with a 3 billion bounty, his train of thought is truly unique...

"The most valuable part is that thin layer of coating on the cha's outer shell. The military nad it 'Dark Matter Quantum Coating'. It's one of the Federation's most confidential technologies and the reason those chas are so powerful."

"Plus, due to the military's strict lockdown, this kind of coating rarely flows into the market. Once it appears, interested parties will snatch it up like crazy."

"What's the function of the coating?"

Loren asked thoughtfully. He seed to understand why that cha was so troubleso.

"It can actively identify attacks in every sense of the word and drag those attacks into an alternate space where dark matter gathers..." Old George explained with a look of wistfulness.

Hearing this, Loren nodded.

It matches my analysis at the ti...

"So you're acquiring it to crack and learn this technology?" Loren asked, sowhat curious.

"No, we only handle disposal. However, so big shots hiding in the sewers are quite interested in this coating technology."

"Actually, buying it at this price, I won't make much profit. Factoring in so other costs, I might even take a small loss."

"But I can gain a favor from those big shots. You know, in the Gray Zone, favors are the most expensive things."

A sincere smile appeared on Old George's kindly face.

Having satisfied his curiosity, Loren nodded.

"Thank you for your generous explanation. The deal is done."

Hearing Loren agree to the transaction, Old George bent down, took out a spatial bracelet with a sowhat worn appearance from under the counter, and placed it on the counter.

His judgnt on the acquisition was correct. This dangerous Mr. Loren liked honest answers.

"Mr. Loren, there are 1,000,000 Spirit Stones inside. Next ti you have good stuff, rember to co find again."

"I guarantee my prices will be the highest among all my peers."

Loren picked up the spatial bracelet, scanned it with his ntal energy to confirm the amount inside, then smiled and put it into his chest pocket.

"I will."

After responding with sincerity, Loren turned and walked towards the shop entrance.

Over 1,970,000 Spirit Stones now!

Most importantly, on his second day arriving in the Radiant Flow Star Domain, he had already found a stable and fairly-priced disposal channel.

"Pulling off a job really is the way to make money..."

"What kind of hard days was I living in the Dusk Star Domain..."