"Well, Old Mo, since you didn't voluntarily join the Night Kill, and now that the Night Kill has been destroyed, there's no need to hold you accountable for any wrongdoing." Su Yu wasn't particularly concerned about Old Mo's situation, but Old Mo himself, along with the other mechanics in the Sanctuary, could all be utilized.
"I have something for you to do, consider it redemption. You need to compile a list of all mechanics in the Sanctuary and gather them to form a Mechanical Maintenance Department. From now on, the routine maintenance and repair of the mechanical equipment for the three major hunting teams in the Sanctuary will be handled by the Mechanical Maintenance Department."
"By the way, once this task is completed, your lost left hand could be replaced with a prosthetic."
At this moment, Old Mo, kneeling on the ground, showed a hint of excitement in his eyes.
