"Sir, do you really want to die for these things?"
The manager of the pawnshop looked at Xia ping 'an through the pawnshop window. His gaze was as if he was looking at a Bandit.
That's right, no ordinary person could take out such a large number of items at once. Those items looked like they were owned by killers and robbers, especially those golden head ornaments. At first glance, it was obvious that they came from illegal sources.
When Xia Pingan took out the swords, guns, and golden headdress from his storage space, two " security guards " from the pawnshop appeared silently in the business Hall. Their four eyes were fixed on Xia Pingan. One of the " security guards " had an obvious fluctuation of divine power, which meant to tell Xia Pingan, " brother, don't have any other thoughts. I'm also from the China Merchants Bank.
