A Face-to-Face Encounter, an Invisible Clash!

As soon as he left the exchange, Su Mo tossed all the trivial matters to the back of his mind again.

With Huang Ya's current status, her position definitely wouldn't change within the next month.

As long as nothing major happened in the Origin Territory, she would remain here. If he wanted to take her away, he could recruit her at any time.

Besides, if he truly wanted to take people away, there definitely wouldn't be just one or two.

From now on, he would slowly scout around and compile a general list of those with potential. There was no rush; he could wait until the time was right to discuss it.

"Lord Yang, my cousin isn't good with words. Please don't take it to heart. She probably saw someone who looked like you somewhere, which was why she said such nonsense."

"It's nothing. Lead the way. Let's go eat!"

"Okay."

With just a few words, they brushed aside the "misunderstanding" from earlier.

As he followed Huang Bing toward the so-called Main Peak guesthouse, Su Mo sized up the nearby buildings while casually slipping his right hand into his pocket and continuously rubbing the seemingly ordinary little iron pieces.

They were smooth, without any raised burrs or the roughness he had imagined.

On the eight larger iron pieces, Su Mo felt a large Chinese character: "Ten."

On the remaining two smaller pieces, he felt the familiar Arabic numeral "1."

Two different forms of notation appearing on currency from the same source was indeed rather strange.

But after continuing to feel them for a while, and even taking out several to examine them, Su Mo suddenly fell silent. He put all the Origin Coins back into his pocket and stopped touching or inspecting them.

Although he was very unwilling to admit