"Old Luo, we have news, we have news!"
Liao Xingyu's voice suddenly came from outside the laboratory, and then he rushed in with two printed sheets, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.
It was clear that he had been staring at the data for three hours straight.
Luo Fei and Zhao Donglai hurried over. On the sheets were two similar totems.
He brought them for Luo Fei to compare. Just from the outline and structure, they were identical to the tattoos left on that mysterious person.
"It seems your investigation direction is correct. These totems indeed originate from two counties in Jiangzhou City, but these counties are quite far apart, one in the northeast, the other in the southwest."
"No rush."
Luo Fei looked at the materials in his hand, clearly marked, showing two totems: one symbolizing loyalty and heroism, the Black Tiger mark, and the other symbolizing steadiness, the Lying Tiger totem.
