Just when Chen Fei thought the other party would fly into a rage and not waste any more words on him, an ice-cold voice suddenly reached his ears, causing his pupils to shrink.
"Do you want to monopolize that Eastern strongman's treasure?"
"...Mr. Holy Magister, what do you mean by that?" After a moment of silence, Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.
"Heh, what do I mean? It's quite simple. Right now, the only ones competing with you for that Eastern strongman's treasure are the brothers Wenn Tianxiong and Wenn Yongshou. If you're willing to join forces with me and take this opportunity to eliminate them, I can promise to give you my full support in monopolizing that Eastern strongman's treasure. How does that sound? You should know, if I, Melsdom, weren't a magician of the Western Dark World with no use for treasures left by your Eastern strongmen, I would never give this up, no matter what!"
