บท 943: The Lonely Trump Card

"This is..."

All the rat people in the dungeon were dumbfounded, especially those who had stayed there for several days and watched Meng Chao soak himself in the dirty water while he was covered in wounds.

They thought that they knew this dying black-haired rat very well.

Only then did they realize how wrong they had been!

Meng Chao did not want to waste any energy or time on them.

Slowly picking up and eating the fried mandrake fruit left behind by the rat person, Meng Chao continued to plan his next step.

Killing that rat person was not a problem.

He just did not want to appear too high-profile because an outstanding man like him was like a firefly in the dark night.

Even if he exposed 1% of his strength, the military nobles with strong backgrounds could notice him, and he would get into a lot of trouble.