Looking at the Divine Stones on the ground, everyone around had eyes that lit up. They were practically shooting lasers out of their eyes, eager to claim all these Divine Stones for themselves.
At the same time, the hall was exceptionally quiet, quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop.
Whether it was their group, the young matron, or some of the maids, they looked at the Divine Stones as if they were staring at their own fathers.
Of course, Zhang Xiaohao was an exception, still lounging on his chair with an air of calm, leisurely puffing on a Big Panda cigarette.
"How about it! Can my ten thousand pieces of Divine Stone be equivalent to a hundred billion top-quality Spirit Stones?" the Fatty boasted.
"Did your math teacher teach you Chinese? The former is a hundred billion, the latter is ten thousand pieces. Are you a pig brain? Who has more and who has less is obvious to anyone, yet you still ask me 'how'? Did a donkey kick your brains?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted disdainfully.
