In the night, the shadows of the trees were mottled and the shadows of the people were inexorable.
"Hand over your personal nameplate first, and I'll put you down."
Bai Wushang's tone was very calm, but there was no doubt about it.
There were ripples in Zhuang He's eyes, but when he saw his teammate who had suffered a huge blow not far away, he felt a little dull.
He lifted his sleeve and his left hand reached for his waist.
After fiddling with it for a while, he switched to his right hand and reached for the other side.
"Eh, why do you have so many dimensional backpacks?"
Bai Wushang was just casually glancing around, but his eyes could not move away.
This tall and thin man who seemed a little unruly had five or six-dimensional backpacks hanging from his waist!
"Uh... Would you believe me if I said I picked them up?"