After saying that, Chen Changsheng left the room and headed straight for the God of Wealth Hall.
Watching Chen Changsheng's retreating back, Bai Ze, sprawled on the soft couch, shook his head and said, "What a bunch of fools. They were being used as someone else's spear and didn't even know it."
"They provoked Chen Changsheng. Their lives are as good as over."
After muttering a couple of quiet remarks, Bai Ze continued lying on the soft couch, sleeping soundly.
God of Wealth Hall.
"God of Wealth, the Qilin Communicator is under your management."
"Now that there is a problem with the communicators, shouldn't you give us an explanation?"
Over a hundred people sat along both sides of the God of Wealth Hall. One middle-aged man directly questioned Qian Ya.
Seeing this, Qian Ya said lazily, "When we signed the contract with the Pill Epoch, I made the terms very clear to all of you."
"Every faction has exclusive rights to use the communicators, but they are subject to the unified management of the God of Wealth Hall."
"At the same time, the communicator formations within your respective territories were established by yourselves."
"If there is a problem, you are responsible for it yourselves. Why come looking for me?"
"Ridiculous!"
Hearing Qian Ya's answer, the middle-aged man retorted, "There is nothing wrong with our communicator formations. The reason the communicators cannot be used is because you shut down the main communicator formation."
"Do you know how much loss that has caused us?"
At his words, Qian Ya rapidly considered how to respond.
After all, she truly had no grounds to stand on in forcibly shutting down the main communicator formation.
"So what do you want?"
Before Qian Ya could come up with a response, a figure emerged from the