Vikram's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation as his mental power swept over the people beneath his feet.
Just then, one of the people in the underground cave seemed to sense something and immediately looked up at the metal-covered ceiling.
"Brother Ji, what's wrong?"
The Survivor called Brother Ji was a well-dressed young man around thirty years old.
"Nothing. I just found something interesting."
"Our luck is a bit bad. It seems our procurement today might not go smoothly."
Ji Wenbin pushed up his copper-framed glasses, a hint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. Vikram, who was peeking from above, quickly withdrew his mental power when he saw the other party look over.
"Sigh."
"As expected, no one from the Wasteland Central Area is easy to deal with."
Even though Vikram had been very careful and had used his Level Two mental power to peek, he had still been discovered by the other party.
