Then they began stripping Luo Nantian of his treasures, searching him from head to toe. They did not even spare his underwear, shoes, or socks—their attention to detail was utterly outrageous.
"How dare you do this? Give me back my treasures!" Luo Nantian roared, his face full of unwillingness.
Yet all he could do was shout. After being struck once by the wooden club, a huge bump rose on his forehead. Worse still, he could no longer gather the power within his body. His entire body was numb, and even his mind had grown muddled, making his speech halting and broken.
That wooden club looked utterly ordinary. How could it possess such extraordinary abilities?
Before long, Luo Nantian had been picked clean. Qi Chuan and Xie Hong were not the sort to leave a person utterly destitute, though, and deliberately left him a pair of underwear.
"You... you!" Luo Nantian was nearly driven mad with rage. Never had he been so furious. These two were truly far too presumptuous!
After succeeding, Qi Chuan and Xie Hong gave Luo Nantian another beating with their feet before leaving in complete satisfaction.
"Who are you?" Luo Nantian roared.
"Do good deeds without leaving our names behind."
Qi Chuan and Xie Hong left behind only those six words before vanishing completely.
"Damn it!" Luo Nantian's eyes reddened with fury.
Even after Qi Chuan and Xie Hong left, he still could not move. The effect carried by the wooden club continued to affect him, leaving him sprawled in the snow as the heavy snowfall gradually buried him.
Before long, however, someone passed by. He happened to be a member of the Tea Party Alliance, and he discovered Luo Nantian.
"Brother Luo, are you... taking a snow bath?" the newcomer asked curiously as he approached, astonishment