Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-One: The Tyrant is a Tyrant

David stood on a soft-top convertible Mercedes G350, but what made him cheer wasn't the thermal imager mounted on the lifting pole in the back seat; it was the leather bag he was holding in his hand.

David, holding the leather bag, excitedly shouted, "Money, it's all money in here!"

Destin snapped his fingers with a smile and then loudly said, "Speed it up, we have a lot to gather."

The Mercedes G350 was still drivable, so there was no need to hurry in dismantling the thermal imager from the car; instead, all the stuff was loaded onto the vehicle.

The spoils of the hunt were gradually gathered together, and in front of Gao Yang and his team, it seemed like an exhibition of precious hunting equipment had opened.