The Investigation Team's cargo truck had been in service for two years. After driving year-round on terrible roads, it was inevitable that it would develop some troublesome little problems.
The distance from Flame Fist Camp to Union Division was nearly four hundred kilometers.
Halfway there, the vehicle broke down, causing Wang Qi to return only in the latter half of the night.
To his surprise, both High Priests, Su Mo and Tang Ma, were still awake, waiting for his news.
"Boss, everything's been taken care of. That Chu Xiaoyong fellow really is used to acting arrogantly, relying on his power. He told me to give him the remaining five kilograms too, or he'd grab me by the head and take me to apologize to the High Priest."
Wang Qi lowered his voice and chuckled. He showed none of the anger one would expect from a priest who had been insulted by an ordinary person.
Su Mo stared at him for a while before suddenly laughing.
"Priest Tang Ma, you can finally sleep peacefully in the next room now, right?"
"Heh, I'm leaving."
The two of them seemed to have made a bet. Tang Ma helplessly got up, picked up his bedding, and left.
Wang Qi chuckled, his eyes rolling as he asked, "Boss, this spot wasn't left for me, was it?"
"You're lucky, and you've got guts. Of course it's for you." Su Mo sat up, a cryptic smile appearing on his face.
For some reason, Wang Qi felt uneasy whenever he saw that smile on Su Mo's face.
He silently repeated something in his heart, then suddenly froze. A bitter smile appeared on his face. "Can you tell me when you figured it out?"
"Heh. Would you believe me if I said just now?"
Su Mo said with a