Tiger's mouth twitched slightly.
His instincts told him that without the reward, Zayne probably would not even bother talking to him.
The moment they shook hands, the photographers nearby started snapping photos nonstop.
Nancy appeared again, smiling sweetly at the camera.
"Dear viewers, as you can see, the city lord is having a friendly exchange with our champion."
"The city lord holds great expectations for this year's Old Shipyard Port champion…"
Zayne cooperated fully, showing a polite smile to the camera.
He lowered his voice and asked quietly.
"By the way, City Lord, how are the five million paid?"
"Transfer to my account or cash?"
"I do not even have a bank card yet."
Tiger laughed helplessly.
"Do not worry, Zayne."
"This money will not be missing."
"City Lord, you do not understand."
"I lived in the slums for over ten years."
"I am terrified of being poor."
"If the money is not in my hands, I cannot feel at ease."
Zayne spoke with complete sincerity.
