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"Since you all think it's unsuitable, then the transaction can only be called off. It's not that we don't want to buy, but rather you're not selling," Lin Shen said indifferently.

"If you don't buy, there are plenty of others who will. The Jiuyou Group is still waiting in line, and we don't necessarily have to sell to the Celestial Race," Glen said coldly.

"That suits us fine, then sell to Tian Jiuyou," Lin Shen said as he stood up to leave, showing no hint of reluctance.

"Lord... don't forget our mission..." Chi Jiu was flabbergasted, unsure of what Lin Shen was really trying to do.

They had talked for so long, and the Diman Tribe had only agreed to part with seven planets. Now, Lin Shen had abruptly cut it down to three, and moreover, three of the planets with relatively poor resources—how could the Diman Tribe possibly agree.

"If you want to buy, then sign it yourself," Lin Shen said without turning his head as he walked away.