"There's no time."
Liu Zheng decisively refused.
What kind of legitimate god would a sect relying on smuggling for wealth believe in?
Or rather, where in the universe is there a legitimate god?
Although he wasn't a materialist, he also had no fondness for these guys who constantly issued empty promises to their followers.
"Your Excellency..."
Garcia tried to persuade him further but was stopped by Niu Ma.
"Hey, are you doing business or not? If not, just scram."
It spoke harshly.
"After the transaction is complete, I hope to discuss this in detail with Your Excellacy."
Garcia looked deeply at Liu Zheng, then stepped aside.
"What's wrong with you?"
Niu Ma spit a thick glob of phlegm on the ground.
It was evident that he deeply despised these iron-faced men.
No wonder White Feather Chicken had Niu Ma vent her anger.
Liu Zheng unfolded the cargo list and looked at the contents.
"One live female mermaid, intact body parts, no visible internal or external injuries."
