"Still haven't found it?"
Fang Qingze frowned. They had been here for an hour already. The church and its surrounding buildings only covered a dozen square kilometers or so. With over a thousand people conducting a large-scale search, they should have found a tiger pelt over two meters long by now, logically speaking.
Hufu felt numb inside. Looking at the ravaged, crater-pattered headquarters, he didn't know what to say. Weren't they supposed to be looking for something? Why did they have to trash his entire place? Statues and boxes of all sizes—anything with enough space to hold a tiger pelt—had been smashed to pieces.
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