"What did you say?"
Noah's face changed. As the chairman of the alliance, he was still a Level Eight Life Form. Ordinary Level Five Life Forms had no right to speak in front of him.
The reason he was negotiating politely with Zhang Menglong was out of respect for the Level Nine Life Form behind him, but that didn't mean Zhang Menglong could stand on equal footing with him.
"I said you're out of your mind!" Zhang Menglong retorted bluntly, "Are you being stupid? Hearing it once isn't enough, you want to hear it again? Do I really need to tell you the value of the Zuda Civilization's stuff? Any Level Seven Martial Weapon I casually produce is worth over ten thousand Cosmic Coins."
"Return your shared assets? What does the Zuda Civilization's stuff have to do with you? Just because you fancy something doesn't make it yours. Do I own your mother if I fancy her?"
