Qu Jianlei had already recognized the voice; it was the dark-skinned man from yesterday.
"I'm not well," he responded bluntly, "I'm demanding Superpower Rice as compensation. You seem to have a poor memory."
This statement was very impolite, but he believed the other party should understand that he had the right to speak this way.
The communication between Superpower Warriors often depends on the size of one's fists; he was confident that the other person wouldn't lack self-awareness.
However, listening on the side, Sofia was stunned with her mouth agape—what exactly happened to my sister?
As expected, the dark-skinned man didn't mind his tone, responding calmly.
"Sorry, there was a sudden change, and it was inconvenient to contact you proactively, so we're using this method."
It turned out both sides were wary: Qu Jianlei feared the other party would act irrationally, while they were cautious of his possible impulsivity.
