"Okay, big brother, just say the word; as long as I can do it."
Sun Duoxiang assured with utmost confidence.
"Listen..."
"Mhm, mhm..."
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In the northern suburbs of Imperial City, the office building of Dream Guild.
Lan Xi walked in, holding a thick stack of information she had collected online.
Her expression was somewhat wilted; it was apparent she was very tired. Although death could mean a retreat to logistics and intelligence gathering, the guild didn't hand out money for nothing. They had requirements for intelligence collection, and failure to meet them could also result in termination.
So it wasn't an easy job; it was mentally oppressive, often too much for many people, who would eventually choose to cancel their contracts.
