Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the floor.
Surrounded by various items he had brought back from Yong'an Island.
A uniquely designed anesthesia gun, equipped with thirty needle cartridges of strong anesthetic.
A black medicine box, containing a syringe and five vials of blue liquid injections.
Blue fluorescent light seeped through, eye-catching and unusual.
These were spoils of war obtained from members of the Noah Organization.
Beside them lay a white mask, two pieces of porcelain bowls and plates, and three incense burners, box-shaped gold and silver artifacts.
These were antiques from a sunken ship found near the seafloor rift, their exact value yet unknown.
But Fang Cheng could be certain that the mask was an incredibly rare treasure.
It appeared to be made of plaster, yet it was impervious even to submachine gun bullets.
Not only was it durable, it also possessed elastic properties, perfectly fitting his face.
Aside from its high utility.
