The old man glanced at it and said indifferently, "What about the others?"
"Uh, it's not that easy to collect. I'll give you these two first, and you can work on them for now. I'll send you the rest of the materials later."
Su Mo licked his face and replied guiltily.
"Manufacturing fee."
The old man directly extended his hand to Su Mo.
Su Mo's face twitched, and he said with a stiff face, "I don't have it at the moment. How about I pay you a little in advance?"
The old man's eyes, like a dead man's, kept fixed on Su Mo and didn't speak.
For a moment, Su Mo felt inexplicably uneasy, wondering if the old man was about to explode. His heart raced with anxiety.
At this moment, the old man suddenly spoke coldly.
"I have a task for you. Will you do it?"
Su Mo was stunned. What's going on? The old man has a task.
Before Su Mo could react, the voice of the Fake Owner, Swallower, echoed in his head.
"Take it next!"
