"Stop looking, there's basically nothing here that you can use. You're a sage-tier strongman after all, why are you so interested in this pile of junk?"
Fiona squatted next to Owen and said helplessly, "Master Owen, you've already rummaged through it three times. If you keep going, you'll tear this junk to pieces."
"I just don't get it. How the hell did John, who's so poor, have the guts to challenge me?"
Owen struggled to stand up, his eyes full of disappointment.
Yes, Owen had taken some time to go through John's belongings.
It would have been better if he hadn't looked, because when he did, it almost drove him mad!
Aside from a strange-looking scroll, there wasn't a single valuable item in John's entire storage ring!
Had he known this earlier, Owen would have just killed John with a single slap instead of wasting so much effort.
