Chen Yi stared at the room marked "Prop Storage Room" in front of him, his body slowly backing to the window in the corridor, ready to jump up and flee at any moment.
A Prop Storage Room?
Bullshit!
Who doesn't keep props in their backpack and finds a room to store them instead?
Are they out of their minds?
It's not that some major powers wouldn't have too many props to fit in their backpacks and need to store them in a room so that people below can exchange for them with Contribution Value, having certain rewards and punishments in place.
But he didn't believe Gao Yiming had that kind of power.
Judge others by oneself.
He would only set up a Prop Storage Room under one circumstance: when facing a great enemy. That way, if he were to be defeated by his nemesis and died, the enemy would push open the doors of the Prop Storage Room filled with expectation only to discover the myriad of traps he'd left inside the room.
"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me."
"Huh?"