The person who arrived was Feng Lin, but now he had changed into black clothes with a white shirt draped over his head.
He had found this set of clothes on a corpse along the way.
As for his own clothes and climbing pack, they had already been packed into his Space Ring.
This thing really was too convenient.
Swish!
Feng Lin's dagger pierced through Jiang He's shoulder as he said in a deep English voice, "Hand over the water, or I'll kill him!"
Blood gushed from Jiang He's arm. He clenched his teeth, not expecting to encounter a master.
Someone dared to lay hands on him in front of a person of the Penetrative Realm.
"A foreigner?"
The hook-nosed man beside him stared with wide, round eyes.
He was Jiang He's strongest bodyguard, Old Wang.
He was now at the mid-peak of the Penetrative Realm.
Yan Yibai, standing nearby, recognized the figure and the voice and felt a surge of joy—it was the boss coming to help.