"How could there still be damaged goods? They all... huh?" Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to have noticed something, and was suddenly shocked.
Then he strode towards those ten pallets of goods, and then he was dumbfounded.
"An Lu, Liu Dahai, why didn't you two take out the damaged goods?" Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes were red with fright, staring fixedly at the two from afar.
"Damaged goods? It seems... you didn't tell us, did you?" Liu Dahai said in confusion.
"Yeah, you just told us to repack the goods, didn't we help you repack them?" An Lu pointed at the goods and said.
"You... you guys..." Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly burst with a terrifying ghost qi.
But facing such ghost qi, neither An Lu nor Liu Dahai was in the slightest bit afraid.
Liu Dahai even mocked him: "What? Still want to get physical, do you dare to make a move?"
"Come on, I'm standing right here, come hit me." An Lu stepped forward, bent over, sticking his head out, and pointed at his crown.
