Tang Zheng wanted to rest not only because of physical exhaustion, but also to examine this haul of loot. That wristwatch seemed to be a piece of space equipment and if he was lucky, he could make quite a fortune from it.
Bai Guo, holding an axe, wanted to follow Tang Zheng upstairs, but was held back by Zhang Hao.
"Let me see the axe." Zhang Hao's eyes were sharp. Moreover, the wristwatch had an automatic identification system. He had scanned it once and knew it was an S-grade artifact. His words were all in a bid to hide his desire for it.
"No." Bai Guo twisted herself to avoid Zhang Hao's hand.
"Zhang Hao, this is my spoils of war. Do you have a problem with that?" Tang Zheng stood at the staircase, peering down at Zhang Hao. His indifferent tone made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
