"Xu Wenwu? I'll go talk to him when the time comes. No problem."
Leo said this with certainty. Although he still did not know who this man really was or where he was, Leo knew that he could easily suppress him.
As for the Ten Rings in his possession—the low-level divine artifact, the Ten Rings, created by the dwarves of Nidavellir—Leo decided to wait until he actually met this man named Xu Wenwu before deciding what to do with them.
"So it's Xu Wenwu's Ten Rings organization, along with that organization called the 'Afterlife'? They both sound pretty decent."
But then again, any organization that could survive and establish itself in China was unlikely to be harmless. They clearly had some real capabilities.
"Yes. Xu Wenwu has made quite a few arrangements throughout China. According to historical records, he even seems to have once proclaimed himself king, leaving behind quite a few contingencies across the continent."
"He's been preparing for hundreds of years, with bases and supplies in various places. After all, the wisdom of someone who has survived for over a thousand years is not to be underestimated."
Old Li looked at Leo as he spoke. "Although I've never met that man, Old Zhang has. The Ten Rings in his possession are extremely powerful. Old Zhang was no match for him."
"He couldn't inflict even the slightest damage on his weapons. Not even ordinary firearms could do anything."
Old Li grew somewhat aggrieved as he spoke.
Xu Wenwu had dared to challenge the power of a nation by himself. Although he had paid a heavy price—even his entire organization had been nearly wiped out—he had still demonstrated his strength and achieved a certain balance.
That was why, even though the country now knew that he had a Ten Rings