Wang Tianwu exchanged a flurry of insults with Fei Yunlai online before removing the jerk from his friends' list.
After unfriending him, Wang Tianwu's chest and abdomen were still heaving violently, he was so angry he felt like he was about to explode.
He then mustered a full-faced smile, "Brother Gong, my alien should be in the BOSS's hands now, right? Since that's the case, could you please ask the BOSS to return my alien and Battle Dragon to me?"
Wang Tianwu thought it best to get his alien back as soon as possible.
Getting the alien back, not only would he save on maintenance fees, but he could also earn a few billion more each month.
The contract he had signed made his very heart tremble.
Just eleven billion federal coins—for a Super Emperor mage of Eight Realms, that price was practically a steal!
But he had no choice at the time, he had been pushed into desperation by Ling Huan, he was in need.
"About that—"
