After hitting Shi Xiaole's acupuncture points, Ma Jun's mouth twitched in disdain: "Who do you think you are? No one I targeted has ever escaped me."
In between talk, he stretched out his hand to search Shi Xiaole's body, only to find nothing.
Ma Jun narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Kid, where is your stuff?"
Comparing Shi Xiaole's age and ability, Ma Jun did not believe that Shi Xiaole did not carry amazing opportunities. He could even have something suitable for him.
"I would not keep my things on me. Once we get out of the ruins, I can take you there."
Shi Xiaole said, secretly feeling fortunate that he had already transferred everything to his system space.
"No hurry, what's meant to be mine, you can't hide it."