What was in the black bag was unknown, bulging and when thrown on the ground, it made a dull sound.
He Mingxu, subdued on the ground by Zhang Lang, looked at the black bag in front of him, his eyes filled with the fear of his secrets being discovered.
He struggled fiercely, but under Zhang Lang's unilateral suppression, it was all in vain.
Zhang Lang was young, but after all, he was an outstanding graduate from the Public Security University, and subduing an ordinary person was not difficult for him.
Zhang Lang pressed He Mingxu with one hand while reaching out to pull at the black bag with the other.
The black bag that had been sealed for years already showed signs of decay. With a light tug, it tore open, revealing several glinting Little Goldfish inside.
Each Little Goldfish bore a unique stamp.
Upon seeing the stamp, Zhang Lang's expression changed.
In his panic, He Mingxu hurriedly blurted out, "This, this isn't my stuff, I have no idea how they got here!"