"But this time I'm not here to sell you intelligence; I'm selling you a martial arts book that Great Xia and the entire world desire the most."
Leng Bing spoke with neither humility nor arrogance and flipped open the first page of the book.
Some messy words could vaguely be seen on it. Simoski couldn't understand them but could roughly recognize that it was written in Great Xia's script.
"What is this?"
Simoski asked.
"You know, we aren't particularly interested in your country's martial arts. Our country advocates free fighting, which is more practical than your performance-style combat."
Leng Bing nodded, first acknowledging Simoski's statement, "Yes, sir, you're right, and I agree. But this martial arts book is something you will definitely be very interested in."
He smiled and added, "This is the martial arts of the world's only superhuman, Zhang Beixing."
"You're the first target customer I've met, and if you're willing to buy it, I'll offer you a discounted price."
