Inside this bag, a simple space array is engraved. The bag is about two to three meters square, not very large, and it can carry some personal items and currency. So, it's not surprising that such a small bag can hold two thousand gold coins.
The burly man looked at the small bag in front of him and couldn't help but swallow, not out of excitement, but out of nervous fear. Both sides were people of authority, unreasonable people; what could a small figure like him do?
He could only lower his head, open the bag, pour out the gold coins, and count them. The coins poured out from the bag formed a small mound of shining gold on the ground, which indeed amounted to two thousand gold coins, even a few dozen extra.
Even though he finished counting the money, the burly man dared not actually accept it, just stood there helplessly looking at Wu Zhao and Tan Feiyu, not knowing what to do.
