"What's going on?" Alexander's brow was deeply furrowed.
"Boss, I stumbled upon this in the area last night, it seems to have been dropped here by those Hell's Warriors accidentally. Without your command, I didn't dare to touch it."
Richard spoke, a touch of fear still lingering in his eyes. Clearly, even his nonchalant personality was afraid of this bell.
"Dropped accidentally?" Upon hearing this, Alexander's frowned brow showed no sign of loosening.
Those Hell's Warriors, with their terrifying strength, would just casually drop their belongings?
Even if these Hell's Warriors act very woodenly, like a segment of emotionless programming, Alexander found it hard to believe that such a thing would happen.
If they had discovered a weakness in Alexander, with their strength, they could directly attack, and even if the white mist had no effect on Alexander, he did not think these Hell's Warriors would be completely powerless.
