Wang Zhan chuckled, not caring at all that he was discussing his past.
"But now I've figured it out: money talks. I don't care if I offend you. If you provoke me again, settling things won't be as simple as it was for that ten billion. Of course, if you have any enemies you can't handle, you can also come to me. Hmm, how about one billion per hit? I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Never mind Martial Generals; I'll even kill Grandmasters for you."
Who could have imagined that Wang Zhan, while facing his enemies, would still be in the mood to solicit business?
The Grandmaster's expression was cold as he looked at Wang Zhan with a meaningful gaze. Wang Zhan, completely unafraid, raised his head, a smile playing on his lips.
Afterwards, the two parted ways.
