Just as Yang Xiao reached out to drag the upright suitcase, he had barely exerted any strength when the half-person-tall case toppled over, crashing to the ground with an empty sound. Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and when he opened the suitcase, he saw that the money which had once filled the box was gone; it was just an empty case.
"Where's my money?!" The scene before his eyes immediately made Yang Xiao's eyes turn red with fury. He frantically checked the other cases and his carry-on. Soon, he staggered backward and collapsed onto the bed, completely deflated.
Gone, all gone... Cash, gold bars, everything had been cleaned out, leaving only a bunch of empty cases. Yang Xiao felt an immense grief wash over him; he had worked so hard for so long only to have this little bit of possessions, and now everything had been stolen. This felt worse than death itself.