Bang!
A dull, thunderous crash rang out.
An incomparably heavy metal coffin slammed onto the ground, cracking the pavement beside it.
The coffin, forged from gold and special steel, was hard and heavy. It could not be easily damaged by external force and could also block supernatural influence.
Yang Jian had custom-made it specifically for himself.
But now—
Xu Feng and Liao Fan had carried this metal coffin out of Safe House No. 1.
"Open it." Gu Cheng, his face swollen and his skin an unnatural purplish red, spoke slowly from the side.
"Now?" Xu Feng froze for a moment.
"Of course. When else were you planning to wait?" Gu Cheng said. "Once we take the item, we should leave. I don't want to drag this out and risk some accident."
Xu Feng's expression shifted uncertainly.
By then, Liao Fan had driven the old taxi over. He did not get out, merely nodded slightly at Xu Feng. "Xu Feng, do it. If anything goes wrong, I'll drive you out of here. But I don't think there'll be any accidents. Yang Jian may really be dead. Before he died, he definitely would have dealt with his own situation."
"Opening the coffin shouldn't be too dangerous."
Shouldn't?
Was this really something they could leave to chance?
Xu Feng was quietly furious, but he had no choice. No one here was willing to do it.
No one wanted to bear the first wave of danger after the coffin was opened.
"Fine. I'll open it." Xu Feng took a deep breath, visibly tense.
Although his body was twisted and he had only one arm left, his strength was still astonishing. He tried to lift the coffin lid with one hand.
The heavy metal coffin shook and shifted, but the lid did not open.
"This