Gaba Muda silently sighed, "The Canglan Civilization has so many good things, I want to buy everything I see."
Just then.
Major Shang walked over with a phone in his hand, "Mr. Gaba Muda, Mr. Ghost just posted something, can you identify what ingredients are being grilled here?"
Gaba Muda curiously glanced at the phone screen and shook his head in confusion, "I can't tell, there are too many species in the Black Sand Sea, no civilization knows the exact numbers."
This Iron Fist race guest glanced again and then noticed the fragment next to the grill stand, his pupils suddenly constricted.
He recognized it at a glance, this was a material specifically used by the Iron Fist race to manufacture weapons.
In one corner of the fragment, there was a flame-shaped pattern imprinted on it.
Inside, Gaba Muda felt like a storm was raging in his heart, his entire face changed color.
Major Shang paused for a moment, and tentatively asked, "What's wrong with you?"
