At this moment, Xue An lifted his head to look at Huyue, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You're wrong," he said, "even in your next life, you won't be able to beat me!"
Huyue spread his hands helplessly, "If I can't win, I can't win, I guess I'm used to it now."
Then he pointed to the Ziwei Divine Child and the others, "What do you plan to do with these guys?"
Without much emotion, Xue An responded, "What do you think?"
Huyue chuckled, "How about we split them seventy-thirty?"
Xue An shook his head.
Huyue's face soured, "Come on, I came all this way. You could at least show me some respect!"
Xue An remained silent.
Clenching his teeth, Huyue relented, "Then let's do eighty-twenty! You take eighty percent, and the rest is mine! I can't accept any less than that!"
Xue An still said nothing, just extended a single finger.
Huyue exclaimed, "What? You're only giving me ten percent? That's not even enough to pick my teeth with!"
