"Trash!"
"This is trash too!"
"A counterfeit—so crudely made..."
Once inside the shop, Nameless inspected the weapons displayed in the cabinets one by one. The more he looked, the worse his expression became.
Lucifer frowned. "Something's wrong. Back then, this shop was genuinely thriving, so it must have had plenty of customers. If all the weapons it sold were shoddy inferior goods, wouldn't people have become suspicious?"
"This place was searched by the White Jade City Enforcement Bureau before. Do you really think they'd leave the good stuff behind? Dream on," Zhang Shouzhong scoffed.
Back when he had been the intelligence chief of the Rescue Team, he had seen this sort of thing countless times. For example, after a rescue squad saved a world, by the time the Logistics Group arrived to clean up the aftermath, ninety percent of the most valuable things had already fallen into the rescue squad's hands.
Of course, some rescue squads still had ideals and ambition, but they were a very small minority.
Big Yellow agreed. "The Enforcement Bureau has rules too, but they can indeed pass off inferior goods as the real thing. They take all the good weapons, replace them with garbage, and as long as it can't be seen on the surface, who could prove what was originally in the shop a few hundred years later?"
"Forget it. The bounty only included the shop in the first place. These weapons may be a little lousy, but they're still worth some money. There's no need to get upset over something so minor," Cheng Xuejie comforted him.
With a wave of Nameless's hand, all the weapons were instantly swallowed by black liquid. He then explained, "I'm not angry because these weapons are cheap, nor am I angry that someone took the good ones. I