"Is this all?"
Xiao Baihong squinted, asking with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile.
He stood in a place akin to the lobby of a library, with two palm-sized boxes placed on the stone counter before him.
One box was filled with high-level soul stones.
The other contained a book.
Xiao Baihong had just personally flipped through it and realized it was a book detailing the organizational structure of the Destruction Council, containing nothing noteworthy—just rules and laws, along with propaganda extolling the Council.
A man in a black uniform beside him said expressionlessly:
"Yes, Wu Xiaode was aggrieved by the recent attack, and this is the Council's compensation for him."
Xiao Baihong idly played with the soul stones and then picked up the pamphlet for another look.
"Such poor advertising... not even as good as some insurance companies in the Capital..."
