Han Feng offered a harmless smile as he handed over an electronic tablet and a stylus.
The corner of Li Tiecheng's mouth twitched as he stared at the tablet shoved in his face.
'This kid probably had this ready all along, just waiting for me to fall into his trap, huh?'
He scanned it briefly. Good heavens, the request list was filled with all sorts of bizarre items.
Fragments of High Tier Demon Beast bones, decommissioned Gravity Generator cores, scrap from Spiritual Energy Conduits…
It was all "e-waste"—things that were broken beyond repair, yet too valuable to toss, but also a pain to store.
"Are you sure you only want these?"
Li Tiecheng eyed Han Feng suspiciously.
"I know I said you could have your pick, but don't try to save me money by hauling back a pile of junk.
If you can't build the jet by then, the military tribunal won't show any mercy."
"Don't worry, General. Turning scrap into treasure is my specialty."
