"What do you want to do?"
"Revitalize the Sect Federation!"
No beating around the bush. The old man and the young man faced each other, exchanging questions and answers rapidly, each word spoken with utmost brevity.
"Revitalize the Sect Federation?!" Old Smith murmured to himself.
He turned his head, looking behind him, his gaze passing over the Phantom Stream members, towards the road they had come from.
In the sky, the sound of artillery and gunfire was constant!
The doubts in his heart suddenly vanished. Staring at the horizon, reddened by explosions and fierce fire, Old Smith suddenly wanted to laugh out loud. Without the slightest hesitation, he handed the roster and material list of Phantom Stream into Fatty's hands.
One flip of the hand to make a cloud, another flip to bring rain!
Old Smith had to admire this seemingly simple-minded Fatty's tactics!
The situation in the Mars Free World had been leveraged to its very limits by him!!
