As he spoke, he pushed the prepared agreement across the table.
The contents were exactly the same as what Qi Hancai had seen that morning.
The first condition was 60 tons of grain. The second was to publicly clarify that they were providing the aid voluntarily. The third was to arrange for personnel to come here and serve as administrators.
Wu Heng sat down, took the agreement handed over to him, and had just begun reading it.
Engel kept talking from the side. "You little leader really don't know any manners. You can't even keep to an agreed time."
"Do you understand English Language? If not, have someone translate it for you."
He looked at the other party again. "You contacted them in advance too, right? Don't waste time. Just take a look, and if it's about right, then..."
The other party continued rambling nonstop.
Wu Heng raised a finger, and the man's mouth instantly vanished.
When Engel realized he suddenly could not speak, he frantically felt the smooth skin where his mouth had been. The others were equally horrified.
His mouth had just suddenly disappeared?
It looked truly bizarre and terrifying.
Someone stood up, intending to make a move, only to discover that his body had frozen in place, as if he had lost control of it.
"Damn it, what did you do?" another man roared.
Wu Heng casually waved a hand, and the remaining two men's mouths immediately disappeared as well.
The three men sat motionless in their chairs, their faces full of fear and panic.
The people on Qi Hancai's side were also stunned.
Was this a new ability?
An ability that could alter other people's organs?
Since the apocalypse began, all sorts of abilities had emerged, but without exception, they had all involved developing oneself.