In the living room, everyone looked at the empty box and fell into contemplation.
Nangong Jing frowned. "A few days after using the high-tech item and catching the blade demon, there's a beast tide. Isn't this too much of a coincidence?"
Lin Ling speculated, "Perhaps their original target wasn't Lu Ze?"
Lu Ze smiled. "We can ask." Then, he took out his phone and called Michael.
Michael picked up, and his fatigued figure appeared. Thereafter, Michael's mouth twitched. "Lu Ze, don't tell me you found another heat-stroked blade demon!"
Lu Ze smiled. "You're kidding, General Michael. How can I be that lucky? The beast tide just passed, where would I find one?"
Michael rolled his eyes. "You know that too? I'm still at the defense line. I'm very busy. If you didn't call me, I definitely wouldn't have picked up."
Lu Ze smiled. "Thank you, General Michael. I wanted to ask how the defense line is doing?"