But faced with real monstrosities, these items were still not enough.
This fact couldn't help but be discouraging; human power was far too insignificant.
Instead, Smith was staring at her, dumbfounded. This woman was a high-ranking Black-clothed Guard, and she possessed so many tools.
A Rune Blade, a kind of Strange Object, could sell for hundreds of millions on the black market!
Even though it was a type that could be mass-produced, not every Investigator could be equipped with one.
Wang Hao pondered for a moment, muttering something under his breath.
He himself didn't even have so many Strange Objects; he had to scrimp and save even to consume an Immortal Bean, yet the female protagonist in his own home was already fully armed by the Black-clothed Guard.
Comparing oneself with others could be infuriating!
Could I perhaps cling to the coattails of the Black-clothed Guard?