Tang Xiao smiled faintly. Facing the leader of a super-industrial giant whose influence ranked among the top twenty in the entire Milky Way Galaxy, his expression did not change in the slightest. He said slowly, "So it's Mr. Bangjila. What can I do for you?"
"Hehehehe." Bangjila-Ulan chuckled. "I hope you can hand over the Navigation Log and internal footage of the Blade Fleet's flagship, the Katana. I won't ask you to provide them for nothing. Rendili will replace the parts for the Blade Fleet's remaining 178 warships free of charge, and we'll also give you an additional one billion credits in cash. What do you say?"
"Sure." Tang Xiao agreed immediately, but said nothing more.
Bangjila-Ulan stared at Tang Xiao for a full half minute. Only after confirming that he truly had no intention of saying anything else did he ask, "The way you treated my son, Gali-Ulan, before—wasn't that just to make me appear in person? After considering it, I decided you barely qualified for that honor, so here I am. Don't you have anything to say?"
"I agreed to your request. As for how the handover and arrangements will proceed afterward, I don't think that's something for the two of us to discuss, is it? So, do you have anything else to say?" Tang Xiao replied with the very same question.
A trace of anger flashed across Bangjila-Ulan's face. "You should understand that among the trillions upon trillions of beings in the Milky Way Galaxy, fewer than a hundred are qualified to speak with me. At this moment, you should feel immensely honored to be one of those hundred. When you look back on this later, you will regret the opportunity you missed."
"The moment you asked me for the Katana's Navigation Log, I had nothing left