There was an inconspicuous embroidered button on the bracelet. With a light press, countless tiny steel needles would shoot out.
It was perfect for catching an opponent off guard.
It was incredibly suitable, just like in her previous life, as if it were tailor-made for her.
THUD!
A large bag of Demon Cores landed in front of Feng Moxi.
Wan Wanxin's voice was as cold as ever. "Hand over the bracelet, and these are yours."
The gentle man kept a smile on his face, not expressing any opinion.
He seemed like an outsider, simply watching to see what Feng Moxi would choose.
'She had better not disappoint me.'
Without looking away, Feng Moxi also produced a large bag of Demon Cores and handed it to the man. Hidden inside was a note with an address.
"Sorry to trouble you, sir."
She carried herself with composure and indifference, yet radiated a sacred, inviolable aura that showed her contempt for her opponent.
