Zach smiled faintly, making the aura around him even colder.

In Randall's earlier years, he had made his fortune through mining. Later, he acquired an oil field, after which his wealth skyrocketed. After he migrated to Ventropolis, he had been living off his wealth, but this fortune that he made was more than enough to last him for several lifetimes. Even if he spent his money recklessly, he would not go broke.

Zach said, "Words alone aren't enough!"

Randall seemed to have grasped a glimmer of hope. He crawled to Zach's feet. He was unable to stand upright, "I can give you the land deed or a property transfer document. As long as you get me out of here, I promise you'll never run out of money."

"That does sound enticing..." Zach put down the pen. He gave Randall a condescending look, "Well, I'm not greedy. I want seventy percent shares of the oil field, and... All of your liquid assets and real estate."

Randall's pupils widened suddenly. He scolded Zach, "Zach Jardin! I've been to