"You... may I ask how to address you?" O'Lawrence referred to Zhang Menglong with utmost respect.
What was this situation? Spending ten times the price to buy a Level Two civilization, and if he disagreed, the other party directly sending a Level Five civilization fleet to negotiate with him? Was this really a negotiation?
With such a tone, could he be a big figure from a Level Five civilization? Although O'Lawrence was the Lord of the Milky Way galaxy, in front of those big figures from advanced civilizations, he was nothing. Without confirming the other party's identity, he dared not speak recklessly.
"Just call me Mr. Zhang."
"Mr. Zhang, are you from a Level Five civilization?"
"No, I'm not."
The first half of Zhang Menglong's sentence made O'Lawrence slightly relieved, but the latter half almost scared him to death.
"You've got it backwards."
