Not far away, there were corpses on the ground.

"These people should be the same people in the hall."

Tang Xiaobao had a photographic memory and recognized it at a glance.

Then, he cursed angrily: "Mom, whoever cut off my money, I'm not done with him."

It's like wanting to laugh.

After walking a few steps, Tang Xiaobao turned back again.

He began to search everyone's bodies.

Hey, there's a surprise.

Soon, there was a mountain-like pile of things on the ground.

Regardless of whether they are useful or not, put them all in the storage ring.

Tang Xiaobao has brought the tradition of leaving fur to the extreme.

There is really no mercy at all, so what if the dead people make money, the wealth that should be made must be made.

If you can’t steal money, can’t you also steal treasure?

snort!

Tang Xiaobao snorted coldly and continued to lead Wan down the mountain.

Along the way, we encountered three batches of corpses, each with twenty or thirty bodies.

Tang Xiaobao was already extremely angry.

Eighty or ninety people, four hundred people, hundreds of billions of income should be lost, right?

He was in so much pain that his heart was almost bleeding.

However, he did not let go of the dead man's property and stripped it all.

Oh, I didn't take off my clothes, I just searched everything on my body.

"Huh?"

Tang Xiaobao walked for a while, and when he saw that he was at the foot of the mountain, he suddenly let out a sigh.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!