After sighing, he turned and left!
Sighing was really just showing off!
Chen Mo turned around, picked up the vajra pestles, shields, and other items the monks had dropped one by one, and tossed them into the jeep. Though he appeared to be throwing them into the jeep, he was actually storing each item in his Universe Bag.
Why leave these things behind? So the monks could hold them and launch a sneak attack on him? Although those monks could no longer get up, who knew whether they might bite down on a vajra pestle and hit him with it?
The thought made Chen Mo feel a little dirty for a moment. He quickly shook his head, casting those thoughts aside. He could not think about that anymore!
Some of the monks were lying on the ground with only broken legs or injured internal organs. Their weapons had not left their hands, and when they saw Chen Mo coming to take them, they naturally held on for dear life.
If Chen Mo took their weapons, how could they ever face anyone again?
Defeat was nothing, but having even their weapons snatched away was downright pathetic! Besides, the weapons in their hands had been obtained only after great difficulty. Though they looked simply constructed, they contained many special alloys and were extremely difficult to forge. Obtaining one was truly no easy matter.
Moreover, Cambodia's underdeveloped industry meant forging such weapons consumed considerable resources and time. They had to wait a long time before receiving them.
When Chen Mo saw that the monks would not let go, he lightly tapped their arms with the vajra pestle in his hand, instantly making them release their grips. To Chen Mo, it was merely a light tap, but to the monks, it was agonizing. It