With an inadvertent glance, his eyes happened to fall on the storage bag hanging at Zha Muzhen's waist. His eyes flashed with a sharp gleam, and he let out a low growl: "Come to me!"
With that, Zhang Xiaohao reached out with his hand, grabbing toward the storage bag at Zha Muzhen's waist.
"Don't even think about it—!" Seeing this, Zha Muzhen roared angrily and instinctively reached out to protect the storage bag at his waist.
"Just a dead dog, what's there for me to fear?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered, with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
Bang!!!
With a swift kick, he brutally struck Zha Muzhen in the chest, knocking his lifted hands to the ground.
He pressed his left foot onto Zha Muzhen's face and, under his sinister gaze, domineeringly seized the storage bag from him.
"Not bad! It seems like it might have some value. Hopefully, what's inside won't disappoint me!" Zhang Xiaohao remarked.
His cold gaze fell on Zha Muzhen's companions.
