Mr. Ferguson was a bit surprised by such a question.
He raised his brow at Leia. "And what do you mean by that?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know," Leia smirked dangerously at him. "We are being very polite and asking you how much you bought him. We will buy him back, but there will be trouble if you repeat again that you do not want to sell him."
Mr. Ferguson stared at her and began to cackle. "Young lady, what can you do? You do realize that a bullet will go through your head the moment you make an uncanny move. Don't try me."
"I should be the one telling you that honestly," Leia said and turned around, grabbing the bodyguard's hand. Without much effort, she began to twist his arm, and the bodyguard, whose face had turned deep red in pain, stared at Leia as though he were looking at a monster.
Mr. Fergsuon deeply frowned in shock. He was glancing at Leia, then at the bodyguard. How? What was happening?
