Iron Hand reflected on his own suspicions as he returned to the cabin with Huo Qing, who had just finished practicing martial skills and was planning to rest.
He checked the account balances and found everything in order, barely different from when he managed it himself, perhaps even a bit more succinct.
—This kid is clever, no wonder he picked things up so quickly, no wonder Big Spear used him till he was almost dead...
Indeed, upon closer inspection, Iron Hand found there was quite a bit of extra income—naturally, it was the profits the boy from the Wilderness brought in.
Honestly, every recycling shed should have a channel in the Wilderness, where they don't need any high-end goods; retired, second-hand products are enough.
If it weren't for Iron Hand being cautious, not wanting to get involved with the old roots of the Guiyi Army in the wilderness and maintaining his role as an infiltrator, he would have liked to cooperate with a few familiar tribes long ago.
