The rest of the group also took out their manuals, finding the same thing inside as well.
"Interesting." The hunting knife trader held up the black circuit paper nonchalantly. "Seems like this is a high-tech product, does anyone know how to use it?" He looked around to everyone after asking.
No one spoke.
He then tried tearing the piece of circuit paper, but despite its thinness, he couldn't.
"Seems like your experiences are of no use." Barrett mockingly smiled.
"No, on the contrary, we must assume that our experiences are useful, otherwise... we would probably all be dead by now." Qian Cangyi retorted.
"How so?" Barrett was puzzled.
"Identity." Qian Cangyi uttered a single word.
"What do you mean?" Barrett still didn't understand.
The evening sunlight filled the room through the windows, illuminating the dust particles in the air and shone on Qian Cangyi.
