He shook his head.
Zhang Xiaohao flicked his finger to lock the office door from the inside.
He pulled out two storage bags from his pocket.
The two storage bags in front of him were rather crudely made, exactly the ones he got from Scarred Face and the hemorrhoid-ridden old man the previous night.
With a flip of his right hand, he summoned the Shennong Pill Fire and directed it at the two storage bags to refine them.
After a few minutes, the two crude storage bags had been successfully refined.
The imprints left by their original owners had been erased by Zhang Xiaohao.
With a thought, he left his own soul marks on the crudely made storage bags.
He turned the openings of the two storage bags downward, towards the ground.
Thump, thump, thump…
A series of crackling sounds rang out and, within moments, the two storage bags had been emptied.
Various things piled up to nearly a meter high.
