"Speak clearly. What do you mean by 'I seem to have lost it'?" Xie Jiuhan's tone was cold.
Su Yu and his two subordinates lowered their heads, not daring to look Xie Jiuhan in the eye. His gaze was like a cold laser, freezing them on the spot.
Su Yu braced himself and explained, "Ninth Master, we didn't lose the box you were talking about. You should have lost it yourself. When we rushed over, you only had a piece of paper in your hand." Su Yu took a step forward and handed over a pink slip of paper.
Xie Jiuhan took the note and looked at it. He frowned. In his memory, this note had never appeared. In other words, this note was given to him after he fainted.
"Ninth Master, I'm sorry. The artificial retina belongs to me. Please believe that I have no ill intentions. The day we meet will be the day I give you the answer. At that time, you will fall in love with me—God of Thieves, Phantom."
