For Wu Zhen, his top priority over the past few years had been guarding against the Alien Race. All manpower and financial resources had been devoted to that.
Still, his information network was fairly well-connected, so he knew about these matters.
Qu Jianlei was somewhat surprised. He had not expected the Empire's crazed price hikes for magical artifacts to have affected Liang Meng as well. They were not even markets within the same nation, and there was no such thing as an international market. What was the point of speculating on this? Keeping his expression neutral, he said, "If you don't have any magical artifacts, information about them will do. Don't tell me you don't even have that?"
"This..." Wu Zhen raised a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, answering with some distress, "I've only heard the whereabouts of two magical artifacts."
"To be honest, my ambitions truly do not lie in this. Even if you obtained magical artifacts, would you be able to use them?"
He felt that the other party had become a little obsessed. With the Alien Race at their doorstep, the proper course was to unite and fight the enemy together. Why aim so high?
"It's not your place to lecture us." Qu Jianlei waved a hand and spoke flatly. "Looks like this deal can't be made."
"We don't want the money either. We'll stay one more day, observe the results of consumption, and then leave."
After saying that, he walked over to a chair and sat down. With his nose watching his mouth and his mouth watching his heart, he actually began regulating his breathing.
Wu Zhen froze. Just as he was about to speak, an alarm suddenly sounded, followed by the communicator ringing.
He had no time to think further and immediately