"Right, do you know who the Chief is?" Li Ming asked.
"The Chief?" The cripple shuddered, calming his mind, "It must be the head of the organization 'Ash.'
He looked at the screen in the cabin, with the navigation data and surveillance footage flashing by quickly, he hesitated, "You still have the highest authority here?"
"What else?" Li Ming shrugged his shoulders, the cripple wanted to say something but stopped, suddenly feeling as if a layer of black fog had enveloped Li Ming, nearly making him impossible to see clearly.
"Uncle Cripple!"
The cripple snapped back to reality, only to realize that Li Ming had walked up to him at some point, his face filled with confusion, "What's wrong with you? I called you two or three times."
"That thing on your back, show it to me." Li Ming pointed and said.
