The atmosphere in the main hall shifted from relaxed and cheerful to tense.
George, the Great Emperor, Lady Sanna, and others all stared intently at Balabamo, eager to see if he would agree.
In fact, they believed there was little chance of Balabamo agreeing, or rather, no hope at all. After all, it's forty-five thousand star systems' worth of resources; who would want to cede that?
The leaders of the Black Stone Race, Purple Potato Titan Race, and Silver Wisdom Tree Race all frowned as they looked at Lu Li's face, as if questioning how he could ask for so much.
Not only were the Earth and alien big shots around the conference table tense.
The reporters from Earth and the aliens also became very nervous.
The Earth reporters naturally hoped that the Interstellar Alliance would agree to Lu Li's demands.
It doesn't matter if Earth civilization can handle it or not; resources are always resources.
Just because I can't handle it today doesn't mean I can't handle it in the future.
