Su Ziyu's spirituality slightly stirred.
His expression was slightly surprised as he looked at the cabin in front of him and thought to himself, "Spiritual Enhancement LV5?"
When the shriveled old man walked down, two soldiers in silver-gray exoskeleton power armor quickly followed him.
"Their equipment is far more advanced than in the Wasteland World." Su Ziyu's gaze fell on the electromagnetic rifles in the hands of those two soldiers.
The Tribe Chief no longer had the arrogant look he had initially. Instead, he nodded and bowed to the old man in front of him, full of flattery, saying, "Lord Steward."
"The stuff is over here."
"We spent more than half a month acquiring it, and many people died."
The shriveled old man known as the steward looked at a pile of metal parts next to him. Suddenly, a flash of red light appeared in his pupils, and a scanning beam skimmed over the parts. He then nodded expressionlessly, "Just some junk from ancient ruins."
