Chen Shouyi hurriedly rushed out to search.
At the time, he had thrown the briefcase away. Although he hadn't used all his strength, it had still been considerable. If it hadn't struck a building, it probably could have flown three or four hundred meters.
It had been so long. Could someone have picked it up?
The more he thought about it, the more worried he became.
Ignoring how shocking it would look, he prepared to imprison the air and step into the sky to search.
However, the moment the thought arose, he felt a splitting pain in his head. He couldn't help but grunt, then continued gritting his teeth and stepping through the air one step at a time.
Ever since escaping with his life from the God of Hunting, his head had been throbbing with pain, and it had become difficult to concentrate. He had originally thought it was merely mental exhaustion, but now it seemed to be more serious than he had imagined.
But at this moment, he had no time to worry about it.
Hundreds of meters in the air, Chen Shouyi searched inch by inch from a commanding height.
A minute later.
"There!"
His expression darkened, and he hurried over. Before long, he had landed.
He stared at the scene before him in disbelief, as if struck by lightning.
A briefcase flattened beneath the tire tracks of an armored vehicle lay by the roadside. Fresh blood kept seeping out from inside.
He wanted to go over, but he didn't dare, afraid of seeing a scene he couldn't accept. His body stood utterly motionless, as if petrified.
"Good Giant, has Little Dot been good?"
"Wuwuwu, you... you called me a bad Little Dot. Little Dot is a good Little Dot, not a bad Little Dot."
"Bad Giant,