Limit Mansion.
This 88-story skyscraper, a landmark of Hongning Base City, saw a heavy flow of visitors every day.
Of course, most of the people who came here were martial artists with nothing better to do. They often gathered in the small bar tucked into a corner of the first-floor lobby.
Drinking, chatting, and discussing the true meaning of life!
The main entrance of Limit Mansion.
"Psssh..."
A black SUV stopped at the entrance. Yang Wu, dressed in a red-and-black combat uniform, stepped out and lifted a black backpack nearly two meters tall from the rear seat.
"Mr. Yang Wu, please follow me!"
Since he had made an appointment in advance, Yang Wu followed a staff member, carrying the two-meter-tall backpack as they quickly crossed the lobby and entered an elevator.
However, his two-meter-tall martial artist's backpack was simply too conspicuous. The attention of the people chatting animatedly in the lobby was immediately drawn toward it.
Even the topic of their conversation gradually shifted to Yang Wu's backpack.
Martial artists' backpacks were layered. Once fully unfastened, they could hold an enormous volume.
But under normal circumstances, few people filled them completely. They would leave some room available in case of emergencies.
The thirty-third floor of Limit Mansion.
"Hello, Mr. Yang Wu. My surname is Sun."
After leading Yang Wu into the spacious reception room, the staff member closed the door and left.
A man who looked to be in his forties hurried over with a smile upon seeing Yang Wu arrive.
"Hello, Manager Sun. Please help me process these monster materials first."
Crash!
Yang Wu had no time for small talk. He walked straight to the materials pool nearby, unfastened his backpack, and dumped all the monster materials inside.
"Ironclad Dragon!"
Seeing some of the familiar yet unfamiliar monster materials