"It’s just a matter of perspective…"

I said while glancing at the false appearance I had crafted for myself for a moment. A concealed set of godlike equipment, a head of messy red hair and somewhat dispirited features. Yep, it was producing exactly the effect I was hoping for. "Look at me. I’m a trash man wearing a bunch of trash equipment. What do I have to lose? If I manage to kill one of them, it’ll be worth the cost already. If I manage to kill two? You tell me if I’m winning or not!"

Uncle Outspoken chuckled. "Were you ambushed by Blood Alliance?"

"Nah!"

I pointed a thumb at Xinran and said, "My younger sister’s the one who was ambushed by Blood Alliance. She even lost her legs as a result. I’ll pay any price to take revenge for her!"

"I’m sorry, but… your younger sister seems like an NPC."

"That’s because she is. She’s my sister-friend per se…"

For some reason, the guy’s eyes turned green with envy. "So, you’re really going to take revenge for her?"

"But of course!"

"Well, okay. Our men will cost you a lot of money though."

I smiled, placed a palm on the stone table and moved closer to stare Outspoken in the eye. "When did I ever say that I’m hiring your men to...