"General Afur, have you been quite happy recently?" Zhang Menglong made a call to Afur using a special route.
Afur instantly recognized the voice as Zhang Menglong's, "Mr. Zhang, thank you for your support to our Tambat Kingdom. We've already taken back a piece of lost land, and we will reclaim the remaining three pieces one by one. We are willing to offer you any 100 square kilometer area, which you can use for whatever you want!"
"What Mr. Zhang, what are you talking about? I don't understand," Zhang Menglong feigned ignorance. "I'm not surnamed Zhang, my name is Long Aotian."
Afur was at a loss for words, thinking at this point, why still play dumb? Aren't we all men, why can't we just speak frankly without mincing words? It's not like he could sell Zhang Menglong out, could he? He believed that if he dared to do such a thing, by tomorrow, a neighboring country might come flying over with 1,000 tanks and 1,000 fighter jets.