In order to maintain his gentleman-like personality, Liu Zilang did not snatch away the three crates from Somin.
Instead, he went toward the motorcycle just outside of the school and headed toward the hill.
The two crates left behind by the players who had been faceplanted by his flying dragon had yet to be looted.
Liu Zilang's face turned gloomy as he opened up the crates.
The two players only had a weapon each, and they had almost exhausted all their ammo. The only thing that was valuable on them was a 4x scope and some bandages.
They did not even have a single first aid kit or energy drink. He had no idea which cave those two had come out from.
Liu Zilang sighed as he rode the motorcycle back. He headed toward the three crates quietly and his eyes twitched the moment he opened them!
Inside the crates, there were shirts, short sleeves, holster…
She had taken everything!
