Just before leaving, Blood Twenty-Two had thrown four bottles of wound healing pills.
Su Xing was a bit slower, and one of the prison guards snatched two bottles of healing pills.
"Haha, with these two bottles of healing pills, my injuries will surely heal quickly!"
This person was a burly man, with a fierce face and two scars on his face, looking quite intimidating.
Seeing his healing pills stolen, Su Xing immediately stepped forward, reached out, and said:
"My healing pills, give them back to me!"
The burly man on the other side said, "Hehe, what do you mean your healing pills? If I snatched them, they're mine!"
Su Xing frowned and said, "Just now, the lord left four bottles of pills before leaving, we are exactly four people, so naturally, it's one bottle per person!"
After hearing Su Xing's words, the fierce man laughed heartily and said:
"What, do you have proof? If you can make the lord decide personally, I will definitely return the pills to you!"
