Qin Siyang gave the Drill Pod to Lu Daoxing and asked him to repair its brakes and speed controls, then returned to the Guesthouse.
He had only just returned and sat down in the lobby to eat the two dishes and soup the cafeteria had cooked just for him when he received a call.
A closer look showed it was Chris, the World Salvation Church's Red-Robed Protector.
Qin Siyang wiped the grease off his hands and answered.
"Chris, what's up? You're calling pretty late."
"Oh, Mister Qin, I'm very sorry to disturb you at such a late hour. Please accept my sincere apologies. If you feel it's too late, we can talk another day."
"It's fine. Go ahead."
"All right, thank you. When we met at the hospital last time, I told you I needed Corrosive Black Centipede carapace. I heard you've successfully killed one, so I'd like to discuss that matter with you again."
"Oh, is your phone protected against eavesdropping?"
"Yes, it is."
"Then let's just talk over the phone. Meeting in person would only waste more of your time. District 8 is quite a distance from Area No. 7. As a Protector of the World Salvation Church, you must be very busy. Once we reach an agreement, you can come over and collect the goods."
"That'll be more convenient for everyone."
"That would be wonderful. Thank you for your consideration, Mister Qin."
Qin Siyang was completely relaxed when dealing with Chris.
From beginning to end, Chris had been the one asking him for something, so he felt entirely at ease.
Qin Siyang picked up another bite of celery and dried tofu. Crunching away, he asked, "Protector Chris, I assume you've already decided on your offer and how much Corrosive Black Centipede carapace you need?"
"Yes. I need