Jia Yan's gravitational pull from those two black holes has already spread across the entire star. If the two leaders of the North Group say no, the result will be war.
They have no choice but to bow.
"Alright, Mr. Moke, we agree."
The two leaders appeared on the verge of tears.
"Very good. Then, my Sky-listening Pavilion awaits the arrival of the North Group's cargo ship." It seemed some benefits had been obtained, as 'Moke' was in high spirits: "Your North Group is a good friend of my Sky-listening Pavilion, and we should keep in touch often in the future."
"We will, we will."
The two leaders almost spoke through forced smiles and tears.
Keeping in touch now seemingly meant they had more to pay.
They have no choice but to cry.
"Cough, cough. Alright, these deceased brothers indeed need mourning, but I'm not convenient, so I won't disturb you."
