"Two things. First, find out who sent the bronze mongoose mask to the underworld trade fair. Second, immediately send me to the headquarters of the Old God Cult." Xia Fei waved his hand and spoke in a tone that would accept no objection.
Keenan and Clean Knife were both taken aback. They hastily asked, "To the Old God Cult? Their headquarters is in the Shas territory."
Xia Fei raised an eyebrow and sternly said, "I don't need to know where it is. You just have to give me the coordinates."
Keenan swallowed and quickly went out to gather information for Xia Fei. The only people left in the room were Xia Fei and his old acquaintance, Clean Knife.
Clean Knife gave up his seat for Xia Fei and then offered him a cup of tea. Xia Fei took the tea but did not drink, instead looking out the window and thinking.
Clean Knife pursed his lips and awkwardly stood around.
