"No, thanks. I'll choose this one. It depends on luck anyway. What if this one can be opened?"

Old man Zhang still wanted to persuade Allen Lin, but suddenly a voice sounded.

"What are you talking about? Are you dreaming that there will be something good in the waste? You are really a fat man. You think you are awesome! In fact, you are just a bad pen."

A man sneered.

Allen Lin ignored him.

Anyway, he didn't think he could open anything good. He just took a piece casually, and it didn't matter whether he could open it or not.

But that person didn't think so. Seeing that Allen...