Just as Xuan Li was deep in thought, there was a knock on the office door. Xuan Li looked up. "Come in."
A man in a black robe walked in.
Seeing this man, Xuan Li subconsciously frowned. "Why are you here? Didn't I give you everything you wanted?"
The man's voice was a little hoarse. "Didn't you want to get rid of your brother? You don't need my help anymore?"
People who did business were born with a sharp sense of danger. Although the black-robed man had indeed helped him a lot, Xuan Li had a feeling that he could not have too much contact with this black-robed man.
Xuan Li stood up. "No need. I can do it myself."
"Okay." The black-robed man did not hesitate. He reached out and handed a small locked box to Xuan Li. "Think of a way to send this to Xia Wanyuan and the rest."
Looking at the box that exuded an ancient aura, Xuan Li felt an inexplicable fear for it. "What is this?"
