"This thing no longer fits the identity here, keeping it is pointless."
Tang Ming stepped forward and slapped the "Ming" character on the plaque to pieces, then touched his chin and said, "Let's replace it with a Martial Arts Inspection Team plaque. Also, change the characters outside the courtyard to Dark Group symbols."
"Once the people from above get sent down, they will handle these things naturally. You don't need to worry."
Lin Canghai smiled and shook his head, worry evident on his face, "Although we got revenge, we've lost the Star-falling Iron. How are you going to explain this to the military special research group?"
"Do I need to explain anything to them?"
Tang Ming curled his lips in disdain and said, "Besides, who told you the Star-falling Iron is lost?"
"What do you mean?" Lin Canghai looked at Tang Ming, bewildered.
"Bro Ming, I'm here."
At this moment, Chen Cang jumped over the wall into the courtyard, holding an iron box in his hand.
