Meng Chao felt that he should give these rat people a hand.
At least, he should help them raise their vigilance.
He lifted his cloak and took off his wide belt.
There were all kinds of bits and pieces hidden in his belt.
The medicine used to change the color of skin, hair, and pupils, a thin iron wire used to open doors and pick locks, a blade that was as thin as a cicada's wing and could silently cut open packages, and so on...
There were also dozens of badges from various big clans that represented various identities.
After pinning one of the badges on the inner side of his cloak, Meng Chao found another fragile branch and placed it under his heel. He stomped on it heavily.
The branch immediately released a cracking sound.
It was particularly clear in the fog.
"Who is it?"
The rat slave workers who were plotting a rebellion immediately cried out in shock and anger.
A few slave workers pounced on him.