"You can go," Chen Feng said, frowning in thought. He then shook his head helplessly. 'Ten times the price is sixty-seven billion. That's far more than I can afford!'
"You can't go!"
But just as Chen Feng's words fell and Zhou Fan was about to turn away, Ah Lian, who was lying on the ground spitting blood from Zhou Fan's earlier attack, cried out with extreme difficulty.
"Oh? Did I not hit you hard enough? Want me to do it again? I'm telling you, I won't hold back this time!" Zhou Fan looked at Ah Lian with a smirk, curious to see just how far she would push things.
"No, that's not it! Can we discuss the price? You said it yourself—you make an offer, and we can make a counteroffer!" Ah Lian explained hastily. She knew that without using her trump card, she stood no chance against Zhou Fan. 'It was just one move. If he hadn't wanted to kill me, I'd probably be dead already.'
