Shu Guan felt a peculiarly familiar sensation towards these kind of sticky paper labels.
In his previous life at work, many office equipments would be labeled with such tags to indicate information like the item number and the department it belonged to, for example, computers, printers, and water dispensers.
However, what caused Shu Guan to turn pale was not this inexplicable sense of familiarity, but the information revealed by the content recorded on this small label right in front of him.
Ouyang Hai also squatted down; he could naturally read the Yingili Language on the label.
"So, that means in a base like Shen City, there are at least two others."
Ouyang Hai furrowed his brows.
"What then, does the fourth level signify?"
