One of the clansmen caught Nie Li’s interspatial ring and, thereafter, glanced inside and nodded towards the clansman next to him.
They never expected Nie Li to be so straightforward. Generally, transactions would require them to conclude the contract first, but Nie Li had actually threw out three hundred thousand spiritual stones so easily.
“This is their Master-Slave Contract!” One of the clansmen passed the six Master-Slave Contracts over to Nie Li.
Nie Li took took them and lightly smiled.
When Nie Li had completed the transaction, a cold voice sounded out.
“Brother, it doesn’t seem too right for you to do this!” It was the voice of President Lin and, judging from his tone, he seemed displeased.