"All of you search carefully, only two minutes left, hurry up, there might still be other good stuff here."
"Damn!"
"If I'd known, I would have come to the garbage dump first, why go to the city ruins."
Two minutes passed quickly.
The middle-aged man who hadn't found anything else spat out a thick phlegm, cursing under his breath, but didn't dare delay any longer. He immediately led a few strong men quickly back the way they came. After hearing that there was no more noise outside, Doba came out from his hiding spot.
He shook off the garbage on him.
Glanced around.
Without a moment's hesitation, he stuffed everything he could see, that was the right size, into his spatial bag. He didn't know what they were for, but maybe Master Mang would find them useful when he brought them back.
Five minutes later.
He suddenly heard a clear cracking sound near his ear.
Instinctively, he looked up.
