"You're generous, using my power for deals, just so sure I'll give it to you? Compared to money, do you know how long it took me to establish that line? You gave it away with just a word, truly willing."
Dan Hanjie snorted coldly, his seductive eyes swept over him.
Money is just material wealth. With channels and power, any amount can be earned back.
But giving up a channel is different.
This is equivalent to slicing up one's own business territory, handing over the hard-won empire.
Dan Hanjie's gaze deepened.
"Yes or no, just one word." Diwu Zexuan stood gracefully, his expression indifferent, with not a trace of begging in it.
"If you like it, I'll give it to you, consider it a gift in advance." Dan Hanjie's eyes darkened, enunciating each word.
Since Diwu Zexuan dared to ask, he must know that he wouldn't refuse.
He's not going to give up a brother just for a military line.
