270: Stuffing Money Isn't That Easy

The man in front of them remained silent the entire time, as if everything happening around him was none of his business.

"Hmm? I won't get involved in your matters," the middle-aged man said, seeming surprised. He smiled and shook his head, then looked around at the others. "They've offered such generous terms. Why do you insist on borrowing from me?"

James, Blank, Mrs. Ziegler, and the others all exuded an almost imperceptible pressure. To some extent, the "Ten Overlords of the US" had taken human potential to its limits. The aura they gave off was naturally different from ordinary people. In a way, they were superhumans. Ordinary people would instinctively feel fear in their presence, even struggling to speak.

It was like a house dog seeing a tiger for the first time—terrified, trembling, and unable to escape once locked in the tiger's gaze.