Su Mo showed a bitter smile and shook his head, replying: "No need, going there won't be of much use, I can barely keep it under control now."
"But the way you are now, it's easy for people to misunderstand you."
Long Ming looked at the deliberately concealed Polluted Blood Stain on Su Mo's body and sighed.
"It's okay, I'll just be a little more careful. Council President, this might truly be my last intervention, my body really can't take it anymore, during the last combat, I was already on the verge of losing control."
"Ah, I understand."
Long Ming sighed deeply, filled with endless regret. If that incident hadn't occurred back then, Su Mo would definitely be a pillar of the Federation's top combat strength, a terrifying presence for the Imperial Army.
"By the way, Council President Long Ming, here is the list of supplies seized, they're currently at the interstellar airport in the Imperial City."
Su Mo handed over the compiled list.
