In front of the Shang Dynasty camp, Wen Daoran came personally to negotiate.

Dashang's negotiating team is also luxurious.

The King of Triumph was the leader, the King of Rakshasa was the assistant, and Li Ziye gathered the number of people.

Of course, if Li Ziye hadn't snatched the Holy Sword of Judgment, he probably wouldn't have been able to get his turn despite the number of people.

Shuaiying.

The triumphant king retreated to the left and right.

However.

After a few good conversations, obscene words resounded throughout the camp.

"Three thousand sets, are you, a great businessman, crazy because you are short of money? You dare to make such a request!"

"Old fellow, three thousand sets is too much. Now that the Holy Sword of Judgment is in our hands, it is up to us to raise the demand. The fixed price is three thousand sets. If you change it, you can change it. If you don't change it, I will get out of here."

"King Triumphant, you are known as the Great Merchant and the God of War, how can you be so unreasonable as a scoundrel?"

"Old guy, don't talk to me about these useless things. How can you be any better? You are so old and you have been driven out of the position of the master of the palace. You still have the nerve to hang out. If it were me, I would be killed in the sky.

On the pillars of the Imperial Palace!"

"King of Triumph! I have tolerated you for a long time, so go out and make some gestures!"

"Just make signs, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Inside the account.

Li Ziye watched the two big men arguing fiercely in front of him, and couldn't help but secretly wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Chapter completed!