There seems to be monsters inside the Corpse Demon Club, because he can hear gunshots occasionally ring out.
At the site where the helicopter crashed, he saw a scattered pile of bottle caps, and some broken vial syringes, which appeared to be damaged potions. Next to the helicopter lay a man who had just recently breathed his last; his upper body had undergone a degree of bionic transformation, with tattoos of bear claws on his exposed arm, while his lower body was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, and not far away were two broken mechanical legs.
"We're rich!" Matty exclaimed, eyes wide, looking at the scattered bottle caps over there.
Su Ziyu glanced around, estimating there to be over ten thousand bottle caps here, but he had no real interest in such things, and he reached behind the broken door of the helicopter to retrieve a relatively undamaged safe.
Clang.
A flash of cold light.
