"Then, what do you want in return for your cooperation, Mr. Sokolov?" Prescott asked calmly, his voice showing no sign of anger or unease. Dealing with crooks was nothing new to him.
"I want 20% of the shares from TRD. You have no idea how risky it is for me to target people in the S rank," Sokolov offered.
"Hmph!" Prescott snorted and looked at Sokolov with disdain. "I thought you were crazy enough to take on this job."
"Ha! I'm certainly crazy enough to take on this job! But that doesn't mean I should be taken advantage of by you," Sokolov retorted with a fearless smile. He opened his shirt, revealing a jacket adorned with various explosives and a heart rate monitoring device. The display was a clear threat, ensuring Prescott wouldn't do anything foolish.
Prescott growled at the mafia leader, his frustration palpable. "You... Fine... 20% it is."
