Mu Rufeng simply covered the signature area on the delivery note.
"Mr. Multi-Hand, it seems there's a bit of a discrepancy in the quantity of goods?" Mu Rufeng said slowly.
"Discrepancy? Where is there a discrepancy?" the six-armed abnormality retorted, giving Mu Rufeng a cold glare with its dead-fish eyes.
"Deceit Street Grid Station is missing a bottle of Blood Flower Beer, and a can of fingers."
"Frenzy Street Grid Station is missing a can of fingers, a can of ears, and a bottle of Blood Flower Wine."
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"Deceit Doll Grid Station is down two bags of Cat Corpse Coffee."
"Six load boards, six grid stations, and each load board is missing goods. Is this how you conduct business?" Mu Rufeng said with a cold voice.
The expression in Multi-Hand's eyes shifted slightly, "Wait."
Leaving behind those two words, Multi-Hand turned and entered the warehouse.
If it had been any other contractor, they'd have certainly been fooled.
