"You must kill me"

In a district, beneath the city walls in the square.

Banks hoisted his axe, severing a mutated alligator's leg. He then raised his elbow to wipe away the sweat from his forehead and straightened up to face the man before him. 

This man had golden hair, wore a silver-white suit, red shoes, sunglasses, and held a black umbrella. Banks remarked, "In these times, finding someone as immaculately dressed as you is rare. I hear you wish to hire our entire district? Our price isn't low. After all, I have many brothers to feed."

The man in red shoes replied, "One thousand kilograms of pure beef, two thousand kilograms of pure flour, and a thousand kilograms of various vegetables. Is that enough?"

"Is this for real? Who's worth that much? What did they do to make you want them dead at such a high price?"