[This will determine whether our Calamity Corpse Sect will prepare for a life-and-death war against the Puppet Mother and her minions next.]
The delivery man personally holds the second view; he doesn't believe the Puppet Mother's minions have the audacity to covet or seize the property of the Calamity Corpse Sect on their own initiative.
The delivery man's fingers tapping the keyboard grew heavy, and his disfigured face became increasingly gloomy.
Finally, he typed out the final conclusion:
[Danger! Danger! Danger!]
[This matter is of great importance, and I dare not make a hasty judgment. The situation in Zone 9 is tense, and danger lurks everywhere. Every step requires caution. I request that more brothers and sisters be sent from within the sect to reinforce us, to jointly sever the overreaching tentacles of the Puppet Mother.]
At this point, the delivery man had finished his work summary and report for this period.
