You're Responsible for Finishing Them Off

Seeing the packages torn open, Lang Zhen's heart sank.

He knew only too well that Feng Jun's packages contained far too many strange things, things that could easily stir others' greed.

But the next moment, he was dumbfounded. The packages contained nothing but neatly packed cigarettes and a few changes of clothes. There was nothing else.

Even the lighters numbered only seven or eight, scattered here and there.

"Impossible!" Jia Xingwang cried out first, looking almost crazed. "Where are the Spirit Porcupine's quills? How could they be gone?"

It took Old Six four or five minutes to figure out what those goods were for. To be honest, aside from the few lighters, he truly did not think much of any of it.

However, two of the riders smoked. They tore open the cigarette packs and lit up. After only two puffs, they began praising the flavor.

The young man in blue looked disappointed as well. He shot Feng Jun a sidelong glance. "This little bit of stuff was what you risked your life to protect?"

Feng Jun's expression was ugly. In truth, he had only just taken several backpacks and the motorcycle back to the real world, then exchanged them for several bags of cigarettes. Thinking of the energy points he had spent again made his teeth itch.

Facing Thirteenth Young Master's question, he merely gave him a cold look and offered no response.

A man could be killed but not humiliated. The important thing was not being humiliated; the value of what he protected was irrelevant.

Thirteenth Young Master was somewhat angered by that look. He had vaguely guessed what the other man meant and sneered. "Confiscate all this stuff for now. Take it back to Yangshan and hand it over to the county office for a thorough investigation...