But Ye Hao didn't mention how much, leaving Abama to deal with the headache...
"Be more specific." Abama frowned and grunted.
"Hehe, I'm not fond of using numbers to express everything, President Abama. I think the technology I provided you is the most advanced, isn't it? Don't you think such advanced technology deserves something of equal value in return? That's how this world works—what you hope to get depends on the price you're willing to pay for it.
Of course, President Abama, you could choose to deny that you received the technology from me, or even find ways to get this recording from me. But I'm sorry to tell you that I've already sent a copy back to Huaxia. You might think I'm threatening you, but either way, there are some costs that you still must bear." Ye Hao smiled at Abama.
He knew that Abama felt tormented, even eager to eat him alive, but who was Ye Hao? He had many enemies, and one more or less wouldn't make a difference, even if it was Abama.
