"I really want to see how exactly you're planning to be 'impolite.'" Chen Xiao let out a cold laugh.
Today, with two Half-step Grandmaster Level powerhouses here, if they really got kneaded by this bunch of clowns, they might as well quit the game.
Oulan waved his hand and said, "In front of several ladies, don't drop your gentlemanly manners, don't be so rough! Let's sit down and talk calmly first. Who knows, maybe we can work something out?"
As he spoke, he gave a light cough and put on an act. "Miss Luo, right? Here's the deal, I'll just lay my cards on the table—I want the formula for your Beauty Paste."
"You give me the formula for the Beauty Paste, and I'll let you all safely leave Yin Country."
"Of course, there's one additional condition: the three of you ladies will serve me together for a month. After a month, as long as I'm satisfied, I guarantee every one of you can leave Yin Country safe and sound."
"Including this guy."
