"We're W37 Players, and since you're delivering something to W37, you might as well hand it over to us." The young woman, with the help of the man with lightning tattoos, washed her hands and, without fussing over details, flicked them a couple of times before rubbing them on her clothes, then walked over to the vehicle. "Let me see what it is..."
Kuang Wenjun and Zhu Feiyun immediately blocked the car door.
"Don't be so tense," the young woman said, "I just want to check it first."
Xu Huo nodded to Kuang and Zhu. Zhu Feiyun opened the car door, just as the Alien's anesthetic wore off, hearing the noise and commotion, the young woman nodded, "It's an Alien, no mistake."
The lightning-tattooed man drew a long knife and made as if to step forward, "This kind of thing can't be taken back to the city."
