Just a waste, what use are you?

Besides, once you hand over the intelligence network access rights of the Broken Blade Tavern, do you really think you'll still be alive?

Too naïve!

"Enough. No more nonsense!"

"Hurry up and bring it out!"

Old Smoker fell silent for a moment.

He rose and headed toward the staircase.

Seeing this, Quake hurriedly tried to stop him, but Lord Crocodile waved a hand.

"It's fine!"

Quake froze, then immediately relaxed.

With Lord Crocodile's strength, restricting Old Smoker from escaping would have been effortless.

Since Lord Crocodile had said it was fine, what was there to worry about?

Besides, both of Old Smoker's children were in his hands. How could he possibly escape alone?

Sure enough, less than three minutes after Old Smoker went upstairs, he came back down.

At the same time, he was holding a sandalwood box.

Quake's eyes lit up at the sight. He hurried forward and snatched it away.

As he examined it, he asked,

"Is this the thing that controls the Broken Blade Tavern's intelligence network?"

"What's inside?"

"How do you use it?"

Old Smoker stared at him with vacant eyes.

"There's a Miniature Light Computer inside!"

"It contains all the existing intelligence and intelligence-agent deployments of the Broken Blade Tavern!"

"You only need to open it and transfer the administrative access rights. Then you'll be able to control the entire Broken Blade Tavern intelligence network..."

Quake was half-convinced.

"They were all painstakingly arranged by you!"

"I've only obtained the administrative access rights. Why would they obey me because of that?"

Old Smoker shook his head.

"Every intelligence agent I arranged was specially trained. They won't obey anyone's commands!"

"They'll only obey the system's special directives!"

"So, as long as you control the access rights to this Light Computer, it's equivalent to controlling the Broken Blade