He has no awareness of being the public enemy.

Ahem…

There is still a long way down the mountain.

"Someone died up ahead."

It was like a sudden frown.

Tang Xiaobao leaped forward.

Not far away, there were corpses all over the ground.

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

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

Then, he cursed angrily: "Fuck you, whoever cut off my source of income, I will never let him go."

As if wanting to laugh.

After walking a few steps, Tang Xiaobao turned back.

He began to search everyone.

Hey, there's a surprise.

Soon, there was a small mountain of stuff piled up on the ground.

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

Tang Xiaobao has taken the tradition of leaving behind feathers when a goose passes by to the extreme.

He is really merciless. What if the money is from a dead person? The money that should be made must be made.

If we can’t steal the money, can’t we steal the treasures too?

snort!

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

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

Tang Xiaobao was so angry that he couldn't stand it anymore.

Eighty to ninety people, four groups of people, that must be hundreds of billions of revenue lost, right?

He was in so much pain that his heart seemed to be bleeding.

However, he did not let go of the dead man's wealth and stripped him of all his possessions.

Oh, they didn’t strip me of my clothes, they just searched and took away everything on my body.

"Huh?"

Tang Xiaobao walked for a while and was about to reach the foot of the mountain when he suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?"

It's like asking.