"Mr. Zhao, what if I promise you that after this mission is completed, I will give you a sum of money that is a hundred times more than the conditions we agreed on previously?"
Mr. Zhou obviously hadn't given up and made such a suggestion.
He leaned into Zhou xueli's embrace and stared at the cultivators with a burning gaze.
Number one had a smile on his face and didn't say anything. He looked at the trial-takers and finally said, "
"Mr. Zhou, it's not that I don't want to agree, but everyone might not agree to Mr. Zhou's suggestion."
Mr. Zhou sighed,
"If I don't want money, do you want to die too?" He asked in return, " after arriving at the Research Institute site, I can call the satellite phone ...
