Min An District.
Under the pier of a scrap iron bridge.
Wei Zikai stuffed the tightly wrapped oilpaper bag into a hole in the wall.
Then, he used red bricks to block the entrance.
Yan Zhang, who was 1.9 meters tall, frowned slightly.
"Is this place safe?
Don't let us snatch this thing.
In the end, it was left in the wilderness.
That would be a joke."
"Even if people laugh to death, it's Chu Qiankun who's being laughed at.
It has nothing to do with us.
After all, he was the one who decided on the location of the pier.
If he lost it, he would be asking for it."
Wei Zikai shrugged his shoulders, his face full of indifference.
"I'm just afraid that he'll use this as an excuse to deliberately cause trouble for us."
Yan Zhang's eyes darkened slightly as he said,
"The Secret Covenant Travel Agency is ultimately a powerful force that cannot be underestimated.
The Ten Guards were famous for their strength.
