They could clearly sense that every person beneath the power armor was an elite who had climbed, step by step, out of a genuine mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
As the five chiefs were reeling in shock, Qin Feng spoke.
His voice was calm and powerful.
"These are Subspace Network Passes."
One of his squad members stepped forward and neatly stacked several alloy cases on the conference table. The cases contained one hundred thousand passes that resembled black crystal cards.
"Drip your blood on it, and it will automatically detect your genetic sequence to generate a unique Imperial citizen ID number. Afterward, the card will liquefy and form a wrist-mounted terminal for you to wear."
"These one hundred thousand passes are all configured the same. I have already unlocked four basic permissions for you: the Imperial Forum, Subspace Network travel, the Imperial Arena, and the Imperial Trading House."
