The Louvre, second floor, the atmosphere oppressive and subtle.
Lin Yi faced the short, fat bureaucrat's questioning and once again threw out the classic rhetoric.
"I have a subordinate with the skill to transport items, therefore—"
"So, you used a skill to empty the Blue-haired Gang's warehouse?" The short, fat bureaucrat suddenly realized, finally having an answer to the mystery that had puzzled him for so long.
Lin Yi sneered smugly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You...!" The fat bureaucrat was so angry that his face turned purple, his lips trembled, yet he could only curse in a low voice.
"Prepare the coins and find a place without surveillance cameras; I'll put the potatoes in."
With that, Lin Yi led five transmission specialists and strode out of the office, ready to head to the refugee square to begin the task of collecting zombie bodies.
