A Less Than Pleasant Exchange

Mengtesi Badun wanted people, and he even wanted to take Ganghao for a physical examination that very day.

Zhou Xin likewise wanted people. Besides the spy's name, he wanted at least ten researchers returned to Western Capital City.

This was how they usually set a price in international disputes, and Montes Ganghao was worth it.

But the problem of the spy was clearly not so easily resolved.

"Return our people safe and sound, and I'll send Ganghao back. I do have at least that much credibility," Zhou Xin said.

"Then why not let me take Ganghao first, and have me send your researchers back to Western Capital City afterward?" Mengtesi Badun said.

"You have no credibility!"

Zhou Xin spoke flatly, leaving Mengtesi Badun feeling rather stifled.

"In any case, I want him in one piece. If any part of Ganghao is missing when the time comes, don't blame me for being ruthless in our next dispute..."

"Suit yourself!"

Zhou Xin replied.

That left Mengtesi Badun, high in the sky, at a loss for words.

He disliked negotiating with people like Zhou Xin. It was nowhere near as convenient as dealing with Changkong Luo.

But that was simply Zhou Xin's way of communicating.

In the end, he left them with a heap of trash talk before having someone pilot the aircraft away.

"The Aomeijia Alliance's battery research is excellent, and so is their communications technology!"

Zhou Xin sighed.

The oceangoing freighter had been sailing for two days, yet Mengtesi Badun had still been able to have someone pilot an aircraft to catch up with it. In some technological fields, the Aomeijia Alliance really was a whole level ahead of the Scarlet Alliance State.

Mengtesi Badun had even used his authority to contact the ship through a backdoor in the communications satellite