That’s Awfully Arrogant of You
After dealing with Zheng Huang, Feng Fan deactivated the arrays and began lightening everyone's burden.
As he took their possessions from their agonizing bodies, he couldn't help but complain internally.
'Dammit, these guys are so poor…'
"Please, work harder next time, everyone. How am I supposed to get rich if you're all this broke?" he said, rubbing salt into their wounds.
'Be grateful. I'm a good thief. I'll at least leave you all your underwear.'
Feng Fan's grin widened when he saw two guys writhing close to each other.
"Ah, so you two were here too. I didn't recognize you inside the fog. Let me give you a little reward for our last encounter!"
These were the spearman and the sickle-wielding man with a sun emblem on their robes.
"N-No, please. We don't need any reward," the sickle-wielding guy tried to protest, but Feng Fan turned a deaf ear to him.