He was covered from head to toe with smoke and gunpowder stains, but he had completed his mission successfully. After some rest, he hoped to come up with a plan to reunite with Hok and Ying, and hopefully to rescue LoBak. For now, he held out the four inventory scrolls that had nearly cost him his life. “Well done!” Tonglong said, taking the scrolls. He unrolled the first one, and a confused look crossed his face. He unrolled the second and the third, and finally the fourth. In a fury, Tonglong hurled the first three scrolls across the room, holding up the fourth for ShaoShu to see. “Did you even bother to look at these?” Tonglong asked. “Yes, sir,” ShaoShu replied. “I looked at one.” “Which one?” ShaoShu leaned forward and inspected the scroll in Tonglong's hand. “That one.” “Are you certain?” “I think so, sir.” Tonglong's cold eyes burned with rage. “What does it say?” “It's full of numbers and characters. Words, sir.” “What words?” ShaoShu shrugged, tears filling his eyes.
