Mu Xingzhi bit on his cigarette, without answering.
He looked over the few sheets of paper repeatedly.
Countless questions echoed in his mind.
Who is "Chang"? Since when does Flower Country have such a figure? What role does this person exactly play?
Mu Xingzhi had never truly been afraid of anyone, but now, seeing such an exaggerated combat ability in a weapon, he couldn't help but admire the person behind it.
"Take these diagrams and study them, see if you can make them. If you can, against the Falcon team, our casualties will be greatly reduced," Mu Xingzhi returned the computer.
Amos nodded.
But Mu Xingzhi stood up, pulling back his chair, lowered his eyes as he crushed his cigarette into the ashtray, "That's it for your end; I need to go out and take care of some things."
"What things?" Amos glared.
Mu Xingzhi grabbed his coat from the back of the chair, his carved face showing some indifference, "Private matters."
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