"Quanell Reed, I'm truly sorry for bothering you to make a move this time. The remuneration of five billion is all in the card." On an off-road military vehicle, Marshal took out a bank card from his chest and stuffed it into the hands of the Taoist sitting next to him.
"Exorcising demons and protecting the Dao is what I ought to do. You're too courteous, Marshal! However, this money will be donated to my sect, and I definitely won't keep it for myself." The Taoist naturally pocketed the card, then changed the subject, pointing at the snow outside the window: "Your Deep Cold is so remote, how do you have hydroelectric power?"
"Not to hide anything from you, about twenty miles from the Deep Cold headquarters castle, there's a nuclear reactor. All the water and electricity for the headquarters fortress are supplied from there."
The Marshal spoke truthfully.
The monk that Devlin had invited, he felt was totally unreliable.
