After the people from the Olant Federation left, An Lan turned to Wang Teng and asked, "Isn't it a bit too much to ask them for so much money?"
The leader of martial arts and the others looked over too. They had the same thought and felt that Wang Teng was asking for too much. That was 500 billion UC!
Goodness!
What sort of concept was that!
They could buy Earth with this much money.
They weren't taking pity on the people from the Olant Federation. They were just afraid that the other party might do something out of desperation.
"They would have tried to play dumb if I hadn't forced them. They're sly people," Wang Teng said in disdain.
"As long as you know what you're doing." An Lan shrugged. "What do you plan to do with these heaven-stage martial warriors?"
Wang Teng touched his chin and looked at the heaven lords.
Sheng Luo's heart palpitated. Wang Teng had never thought of letting him go. Was this his final moment?