"Open a green one,"
"Sure, please choose a number."
"Does a higher rank mean the world has been in the state of Apocalypse longer?"
"The top one hundred, at least ten years."
Su Shu and the others gasped in shock. How had they survived ten years of Apocalypse?
She looked around, "Trade board number 081."
"Okay."
The next second, the board marked "Trade 081" popped up.
Fox leaped forward, took the item out from inside, and handed it back to Su Shu.
Inside the 081 trade board was a light green piece of stationery. The handwriting was bold and powerful, stable and impactful—as if written by a man. This meant that World 081's manager was a man.
The stationery had only a few simple words:
"Need firearms, name your terms, urgent!"
Su Shu looked at the stationery and thought, indeed very to the point!
"Too bad, I can't provide what 081 needs. Let's put it back."
After folding the stationery neatly, she handed it to Fox, who effortlessly sent it back.
