Fatty left.
Tang Ling squatted down in a corner of the yard, tidying up his spoils: the black gloves that he had stripped from the black-robed clergies.
These black gloves were magical. They were extremely stretchable and had great defensive attributes.
In order to get a better understanding, Tang Ling had purposely retrieved the broken pair of gloves from earlier for testing.
With his strength, he could stretch the gloves to 2 meters long at the most. If he cut it with his Grade A alloy dagger, even with his current strength, he had to pour in some effort to truly cut it. The gloves were great! They were similar to the rubber products from the old civilization, only countless times better.
Tang Ling got the related information in his head when he was collecting the gloves as well.