Jiang Yuan looked at the person who had just spoken and, after a slight smile, a blue-quality card appeared in his hand.
"You mean this one?"
"Yes, how much is it?"
The man became instantly excited. He also played with guns, naturally understanding what that skill meant for a long rifle.
"Sorry, this one is customized and not for sale."
After saying this with a polite smile to the man, Jiang Yuan withdrew the card from his hand.
There were plenty of money-making cards for him, the entire mythos of Huaxia awaited him.
Some cards could be sold, but there were others he had no intention of selling.
He certainly did not want to see bootleg Nezhas all over the streets.
Upon hearing what Jiang Yuan said, the man became somewhat disappointed.
Although the others around him were also a bit let down, what they were more concerned about was the mini-tower Jiang Yuan had mentioned.
"How much for that mini-tower, can you introduce its skills to us?"
"Of course."