C125 Selling Contract

The tea smells like smoke. Holding the teacup in his hand, Lei Hu's gaze fell on the green tender shoot, and a meaningful smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He carefully considered Commander Zhang's conditions. Lei Hu felt that it was a little harsh. Joining the Battle Zone 9 was within his expectation. He didn't feel any objections. After all, the situation had changed drastically