The task handover location was a large warehouse.
Inside the warehouse was a group of soldiers and five individuals who appeared to be senior officers.
One of the five was Xuanyuan Yong, representing the Xuanyuan family, and the rest were Chu Min, Wei Changfeng, Qin Muxian, and Fang Wen, representing their respective factions.
Seeing this, Qin Wu shook her head.
'These five families still won't allow other forces to get involved with base leadership.' She thought, but what could she do?
At the moment, she and Mo Chenxuan were ordinary survivors.
Until they gained a foothold within the base leadership, all they could do was watch as the five major forces continued to monopolise the base.
"Did you say twenty million litres?" Wei Changfeng asked, his eyes narrowed into slits.
"That's correct. We want to hand over twenty million litres of fuel." Qin Wu said.
At the same time, she waved her hand, and all manner of containers flew out.
