"How much money do you want? Sell Alvano to me." Weiwen seemed accustomed to this, spitting out such cold, callous words.
In his view, the life of a female Zerg was nothing more than a commodity to be priced and traded at will.
Fusheng rose to his feet, a flare of anger in his chest. He had not expected Weiwen to be so vile from the very start. Alvano was not some inanimate object; how could Weiwen treat him with such casual contempt?
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