บท 51: Burning Equipment, Scaring the Crowd

"I don't know what you're laughing about. All of this equipment has been bound by our blacksmith's binding spells. Even if Treasure Pavilion takes them, you wouldn't be able to use them at all. Hmph!" a young man with long hair said disdainfully when he saw Wu Mo's smug face.

"In the end, you're just a lowly mutt. You think you've picked up a treasure. What a joke."

"Why don't you sell this equipment back to us at a low price? That way, you can at least get some gains. I can buy one for ¥5,000."

"That's too much. Two thousand yuan is more like it. Without our help, the equipment wouldn't be usable. If the binding is forcefully broken, the cost would probably exceed the original value of the equipment."

The few blacksmiths standing at the door spoke at once. Their faces revealed resentment, and they wanted to see how the guy called Wu Mo would deal with the current situation.