Potions Were Hard to Come By

For the first time, Shark Disciple felt like a little puppy surrounded by a pack of wolves. Worse still, everyone else took him for a wolf.

Shark Disciple could tell that Captain Beers and Rosam had mistaken him for one of Angel's people—perhaps a bodyguard or subordinate. There was even concern in their eyes when they looked at him.

Only he himself knew how impossible his misery was to put into words.

He did not dare lay everything bare here. He could only straighten his face and force himself to imagine he was a servant. He merely hoped that his former "big fish," now his "master," would not expose who he really was.

While Shark Disciple was trembling with unease, Beers was having a most congenial conversation with Angel.

Beers deliberately lowered himself, his words full of flattery. Although Angel was suspicious of their unusual warmth, one did not slap a smiling face. Especially since the other party's attitude was fairly humble, Angel did not mind getting to know one more person.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Beers finally said, "Ms. Xilai's goods have been packed into disposable spatial pouches. Would you like to inspect them first?"

As he spoke, Beers took out three small pouches and handed them over.

Angel glanced at the design of the spatial pouches. This red-over-white style was a standard model from Mechanical City, each with roughly the capacity of a small wooden cabin.

Yet Beers had used three spatial pouches. Angel secretly wondered what exactly Yurika had bought.

"We need to inspect them!" Bulei said.

Angel glanced at Bulei and asked, "Do you know what goods are in there?"

Bulei raised its head. "Of course. Master instructed me to inspect the goods personally."

Since Bulei had said so, Angel nodded along. Truth be told,