“Don’t worry, I understand, I understand!”
The High Priest caught the meaning behind his words instantly and waved his hand without hesitation.
All the items Ji Jue had marked on his list before had already been delivered in full boxes right before him.
Seeing Ji Jue still smiling without even raising the corner of his eyes, the High Priest gritted his teeth in secret but forced an even warmer smile on his face: “Last time, brother, you forgot to pick them up. I specially sent them over to you this time. It wouldn't do to just take your stuff for nothing, right?”
“Ah, no need to be so polite.”
“Hey, it’s just a little something, a little something.”
“Well, then I really shouldn’t trouble you.”
Ji Jue didn't hesitate at all and waved for his men to load the boxes onto the vehicle.
Then, he pulled out another inventory list: “As for the supplies, thank you for putting so much effort into it.”
The High Priest’s expression twitched as he looked at the numbers on the list, his face nearly turning green: “This is...”
“It’s just a small amount. In the end, it’s just stuff that ended up in our hands, old and worn out or scrapped — no need for you to worry about it.”