"You... what exactly do you want?" Aub couldn't help retreating, the aura emanating from the demigod already made him feel a strong sense of death.
"My demands aren't high, treat me like before... sorry, went off track," Fang Jueyu almost sang a popular song from his elementary school days.
"I just want my stuff back, that's all," Fang Jueyu shrugged innocently, "I won't hold it against you for taking over my auction house, and I don't need any compensation. Just give back the auction house, and we're square."
"You're blatantly robbing!" Aub gritted his teeth with hatred. What did he mean by saying he didn't want compensation—it sounded like Fang Jueyu was the one being taken advantage of.
"Brother Chun, they took my stuff and won't admit it. You must help me get justice!" Fang Jueyu turned again to the demigod.
