"The Sleeve Arrows you asked me to make last time have been finished. I've made seven of them, and they're all quite powerful."
"Are they to your liking?"
"Of course, in a certain sense, they're much more efficient than firearms."
Wen Nuan chuckled lightly, glancing at her while driving.
Tang Shu also smiled and said nothing.
She had guessed somewhat about Wen Nuan's identity, but had always refrained from asking outright out of respect. It seemed that the other party didn't intend to keep it a secret either.
Both seemed to like this attitude of not stating the obvious, yet having crystal-clear mutual understanding.
An hour later, the Hummer stopped in front of the gates of a huge experimental base in the East District of the Imperial Capital.
Through the car window, Tang Shu saw numerous people with wooden crossbows on alert. Beyond that, she keenly felt the presence of several more hidden in the shadows.
This level of martial law could compare to the Tang Sect's mansion.