Monthly Tickets and an Extra Chapter-May Bird and All of Mine Get Rich

"That's right. This technology is already quite mature."

Bird Bro reached into empty space, and the Soul Tool Gun appeared in his hand, still trailing wisps of smoke.

Without looking, he gripped the scorching barrel and held out the warm handle to Ning Zhiyuan.

"Here. Take it."

Ning Zhiyuan froze, then instinctively accepted it. The metal's searing heat spread through his palm, making his heart skip a beat.

"Our other Executive said that since you came, we might as well give you this to play with.

Take it back and study it. Then decide how much you're willing to spend to win us over."

With that, Bird Bro gestured toward the door and ushered Ning Zhiyuan out by the shoulders.

But Ning Zhiyuan stood motionless in the doorway, as if someone had cast a binding spell on him.

He spun around and stared at Bird Bro in astonishment.

"Your other Executive... knew I was coming?!"

Such careful planning and uncanny foresight were far too dangerous!

As a top merchant who had spent years riding the waves of commerce, Ning Zhiyuan knew how formidable such people could be.

But if he could get on good terms with these prophets, even the little broth that slipped through their fingers would be enough to fill him to bursting!

"What are you thinking?" Bird Bro rolled his eyes, looking helpless.

"You think our Executive is a god reborn? That he can see the future and knows everything?"

"Then how did you know?" Ning Zhiyuan pressed, his eyes full of curiosity and wariness.

Bird Bro grinned. He pointed to his head, then out the window.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm the Fatui's Twelfth Executive, in charge of communications across the entire continent.

If you can find any Fatui member, you can contact all of the