Chapter 97 Is This It?_2

"You name your bottom line too, I'll count down from three, two, one."

"Alright."

"Three, two, one—200,000."

"400,000."

"Hey, Hutter, if I have to spend 400,000 Dollars to buy information from you, I might as well head to Washington D.C. and find another chief!"

Gru pretended to leave, but Hutter reached out to stop him.

"Fine, fine, let's name another price."

This time, Gru didn't rush.

You stopped me, which means you need my money too, Hutter. Ha! You're damn low to the bone!

"400,000!"

"100,000!"

The deputy director from Bengbu froze, realizing that Gru's methods were truly unorthodox.

"Fak, why did you lower the price again?"

The sheriff tilted his chin and said disdainfully.

"I've been bargaining like this for years out there."

Hutter nodded and laughed.

"Fine, let me keep talking.

That day, the weather was pretty bad in Washington D.C., and as soon as I hung up the call, I left the office."

After finishing the sentence, Hutter took a sip from his cup.