"What are you laughing at?"
Seeing Jiang Mian's expression, Wang Sheng's heart sank.
Did this kid still have some trump card up his sleeve?
Jiang Mian shook her head, too lazy to waste words on these people.
But before she could make a move, the Mediterranean popped out again.
"Heh—You look like you're tired of li—Ugh!"
Before he could finish, it was as if a heavy truck had smashed into him. He flew dozens of meters backward, then landed headfirst in the ground and went still.
Jiang Mian was already standing where he had been, a worn-out waist pouch in her hand.
Clearly, she had just taken it from the Mediterranean.
"He went down in one hit?!"
The other three stared, dumbfounded.
What kind of strength was that?
Even a Third-tier body-enhancement ability couldn't do that, could it?
Jiang Mian weighed the pouch in her hand.
Although Wang Sheng had most of the loot this time, the others had each stashed away quite a bit as well.
That one man alone had five Third-tier cores, most of them Wind Element, and more than ten First and Second-tier cores combined.
Since these men were so brazen, either they had someone powerful backing them, or they planned to grab what they could and run.
Judging by their behavior, it was undoubtedly the latter.
Outside Base City No. 7, cores weren't nearly as cheap.
They probably planned to resell them, too. It wouldn't make them much, but it was easy money.
Now it all belonged to her.
The men watched helplessly as Jiang Mian pocketed the cores from the pouch. For a moment, none of them dared move.
Nobody wanted to be the next one to stick their neck out.
But when Jiang Mian's gaze drifted toward them, the two men beside Wang