"One hundred." Mo Huasong said. "They're all in a taxi outside, have someone fetch them over."
"What, those Little Black Knives are just in the taxi?" Wu Chaoxing felt dizzy.
My God, that's worth twenty billion! Mo Huasong just left it in the taxi; is he not afraid it's going to get stolen?
Without any hesitation, Wu Chaoxing rushed outside.
Seeing the threatening pace of Wu Chaoxing, the driver was so scared that he was about to take off.
But Wu Chaoxing was too quick, and in a blink of an eye, he'd opened the car door and took out the large bag from the backseat.
When Wu Chaoxing opened the bag and saw the Little Black Knives inside, he couldn't stop his eyes and heart from twitching.
God, this stuff is worth twenty billion, and Mo Huasong just casually tossed it here.
Wu Chaoxing returned to the second floor with these treasures, testing out the hundred Little Black Knives with a piece of iron.
