Lu Yang and Neff's group chuckled. Each took out a scroll and left. Neff and the others headed to the guild warehouse to ask Mo Long for supplies. They discovered that after joining the guild, things they had once been reluctant to use were tossed around here like trash. No one even wanted them.
"This is a level 170 elixir that adds 200,000 Strength." Pang clutched the elixir and nearly cried. "Back then, how could we brothers have brought ourselves to use something like this? It was insanely expensive, and only a handful of potion shops sold it. Why are there so many here?"
Neff said emotionally, "Brothers, we really followed the right person this time. Boss is incredible. Not to mention anything else, every piece of equipment and special item we have is worth over a million. Yet he just gave them to us without worrying that we might lose them."
Everyone nodded.
Neff continued, "Work hard, everyone. From now on, we brothers will give our lives for Lu Yang here. No wonder Zhou Tianming would rather die than stop helping Boss. This place really is worth giving everything for."
While Neff and the others squatted in the warehouse, overcome with emotion, Lu Yang arrived at Zhongyi Blacksmith Shop and asked, "How many motorcycles have you made?"
Mu Yi said, "We've only made two motorcycles so far. These things are pretty difficult to manufacture."
Lu Yang handed him two more motorcycle blueprints and said, "Give them to two of your subordinates and have them help produce them."
"Whoa!" Mu Yi said with a surprised laugh. "Bro, did you rob a Superior Lord's warehouse? You even have two extra of these?"
Lu Yang took out five Multiverse Legion Infantry Rifle blueprints and handed them to Mu Yi. "Take a