While feeling around the deepest part of the cardboard box until he touched a foam board, his hand then grasped a heavy, rod-shaped object. Taking it out and wiping off the mud, it was a bit dazzling to the eyes.
It was a shiny 320g bar of gold.
One bar, two bars, three, four bars. The General Sect Leader directly collected them without any obstacle, and moved out a small chest full of them.
The old men on board were all stunned, and the crew members were also dumbstruck.
Envy, jealousy, and hatred.
"wtf!!"
"That much gold?"
"Guys, hurry up and take a photo for the memories!"
Old Black, seeing so much gold, couldn't keep his eyes off it. He even felt a primitive impulse stirring.
But then again, glancing at the vast sea surrounding them, with the four individuals each carrying a bulging tactical chest pack, he sighed regretfully.
