He was cursing the butler, and this was the only way he could do it.
The box fell not far away, forming a swirl of black fog, turbulent and unstable, as though hiding some terrifying devil within.
"It really is that thing. He didn't turn it in and instead kept it as a souvenir." The fluctuations from the butler's spiritual power rippled violently.
"What thing?" Robbin said through gritted teeth, the pain stabbing mercilessly as he retrieved a life-repair device from his folded space, wrapping his broken right arm. With his life level, it would regenerate in five or six days.
Because of this, he instinctively spoke without thinking. Realizing what he'd done, his face instantly stiffened, cautiously glancing at Li Ming. Thankfully, Li Ming's attention remained squarely fixed on the black fog.
"Your authorization is insufficient. Regarding specifics, I don't know either, so I can't tell you."
Robbin seethed with anger, almost bursting out in curses.
