After searching through the entire second floor, they found quite a few good things, but no safe.
If it's not on the second floor, then search the third floor. Gao Yang and his group had plenty of time.
Oil paintings, ceramic vases, cabinets full of fine wines, and antique decorations scattered everywhere—all these things Gao Yang couldn't take, which made him feel a bit sad.
"I wonder if I've chosen the wrong profession; being a thief might suit me better than being a mercenary."
After Gao Yang muttered to himself, Taylor swallowed and said in a low voice, "I totally understand your feelings, but I have to remind you, you won't encounter another client like Poloneshenko in your lifetime."
Gao Yang rubbed his forehead and said with a bitter smile, "Don't remind me; I was just expressing my thoughts casually."
At this moment, Antonio, who had been looking around, suddenly exclaimed, "I think it's here."
