The surge of heroism lasted but a moment before vanishing completely.
Chen Ping'an quickly walked over to Mai Xiongbo's body and began to search it.
Mai Xiongbo didn't have much on him—just some broken silver, silver notes, and a few black cloth bags. Chen Ping'an glanced inside the bags and saw they were filled with various bottles and jars, likely containing those so-called mixed toxins.
'For a Protector of a Ten Thousand Demon Church branch, Mai Xiongbo sure is poor!'
All his skill was concentrated in his bare hands; he didn't even carry a personal weapon.
The silver notes on him amounted to less than a thousand silver taels. To an ordinary person, this was a fortune, but for a master of his level, it was downright pathetic.
Chen Ping'an felt a little dissatisfied.
'After all, I took a huge risk. How could this be all I get?'
