In the morning, the sun had begun to scorch the earth, raising the streets to a piping hot temperature as if they could cook an egg.
However, in the air-conditioned stretch Lincoln, a chilly breeze was howling.
The Eternal Night Queen, Anthony, and a drug dealer from the North were bargaining over a big deal. However, because there was a great disagreement over the price, the earlier harmonious atmosphere was interrupted abruptly, leaving only the cold wind released by the air conditioner.
"This is my bottom line. Either you cooperate with me at this price, or I will find other partners myself," Marx said arrogantly while smoking a Cuban cigar, "With the quality of my goods, I believe I will not lack buyers in Australia."
The Eternal Night Queen glanced at Anthony and then said to Marx, "We acknowledge that your goods are not bad, but they cannot explain such a high price. Not a penny more!"
