Inside the carriage, the Nether Lightning Douluo looked toward Nangong Wan. "Second Brother, what do you think of that kid?"
A layer of silvery-gray light lit up in Nangong Wan's eyes.
The entire carriage immediately grew several degrees brighter, every corner covered in a silvery-gray hue.
"That kid is no simple matter. Judging by how the two of them reacted upon seeing the Rank 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell, our assessment was correct."
"I specifically made a trip to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy these past few days. Though I found no clues, combining the previous traces with today's test using the Fixed Ammunition, those two are most likely disciples of some Rank Nine Soul Engineer within Mingde Hall."
"Mingde Hall—or rather, Jing Hongchen—has sided with Xu Tianran, yet he sent out two brothers with potential no less than the Hongchen siblings to appear in the Black Market. Is he trying to place bets on both sides?"
As he said this, an intrigued look appeared on Nangong Wan's face.
"Hmph, he's merely playing both sides. Those two youngsters are promising, but Jing Hongchen is not trustworthy. Back when Mingde Hall was attacked, they even slandered us, claiming that we had looted Mingde Hall's underground warehouse."
"If you ask me, that was simply a show Jing Hongchen had staged himself long ago. For all we know, he may have even gotten involved with the Body Sect."
The Nether Lightning Douluo showed Jing Hongchen no courtesy whatsoever, cursing him viciously.
"Those two boys are not necessarily Jing Hongchen's younger relatives. Third Brother, don't get so worked up."
Nangong Wan chuckled.
"Master, are we really going to use a Rank 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell as the reward?"
Seeing the indignation on the Nether Lightning Douluo's face, Mork seized the opening