Gifts and worry

There was no need to touch it; its sharpness was just unbearable to the eyes looking at it; if it touched the skin, one could only wonder what would happen.

"Thank you, brother Wang Ben," Joey said with a bow.

He hadn't used it before, but he just instinctively knew it was a good match for him.

He stepped back and sheathed the katana.

"Jack," Wang Ben called out.

Jack stepped forward with a big smile on his face. He was expecting something huge.

"I'm sure you will love what I have for you," Wang Ben said as he pulled out a pair of gloves.

These weren't just any type of gloves; they were fitted with metal plates all up to the elbow, and the joints on the wrist and fingers were flexible and powerful.

"It's made out of a rare metal called roillion; I'm sure you will enjoy them," Wang Ben said.

He looked at the fatty jack and shook his head.

This guy was still receiving gifts from the noble faction and the warrior faction.

He was basically using them