Fan Lang glanced at the brocade box before him, his expression unchanged. He did not believe the other party could produce any gift that would truly move him.
"Please inspect it, Admiral. Inside is a Storage Card with no mental imprint. As long as you hold it in your hand, you will be able to see what is inside." Emperor Star Lord smiled.
Fan Lang reached out and rested his hand on the brocade box, but he did not open it immediately. Instead, he said leisurely, "Let's not beat around the bush. You're offering women and gifts, so you must want something. Just say it plainly. I prefer being direct."
"These are merely tributes for you, Admiral. There is absolutely no ulterior motive. Please rest assured."
"Really?"
"Absolutely."
"Fine, you said it yourself. Then I'll take it and leave. Don't regret it."
Fan Lang picked up the brocade box, rose to his feet, and started to leave.
The emperor was dumbfounded. He had merely been making polite remarks, yet Fan Lang was so "straightforward" that he intended to leave the moment he took the gift.
If Fan Lang left just like that, not only would the gifts have been wasted, but they would not learn anything at all.
"Please wait, Admiral. I misspoke just now. Please do not take offense. You were right, I do indeed have a request." Emperor Star Lord hurriedly rose to stop him.
Fan Lang halted, casually tossed the brocade box onto the table, and chuckled. "So you finally decided to tell the truth."
"Please return to your seat, Admiral, and then we can discuss this in detail."
"Whether I sit or not is unimportant. Tell me your request first. If there is something to discuss, I will naturally sit back down. If not, I'll leave