"Batch number 67..."
Jiuyue's proud nine tails had vanished, the malicious crimson of her pupils returned to amber, and it seemed as if the endless cold was sapping her Life Energy. Her gaze shifted to Mr. Mingyuan, who was also watching her with a serious expression, awaiting her response.
She gritted her teeth and rallied her spirit, "Where did you take the batch number 67 cargo?"
"Although I don't usually remember the numbers of each cargo batch, since this matter is so important to you..."
Bai Kou propped his chin with his left hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "I do recall there was a batch that delivered a Ruihu and a Huohu. Such a rare combination did leave an impression on me. If you want to know their whereabouts—unlike ordinary goods, they were allocated to critical project teams. I'm quite fond of their Abilities and hope to conduct research on this basis to create new armors."
"Return them! Return them to me!"
"Didn't they tell you? It's a fair trade."
