In an inconspicuous corner of the mountain range in the center of Rong City.
A few well-built youths surrounded a tanned and skinny little fellow in the middle, staring at him with evil smiles.
"Liu Wen, are you done thinking? Hurry up and hand over the treasure in your hand. Otherwise, forget about you, I'll kill your crippled grandmother too!"
The person who spoke was a toot little fatty. This guy did not look old, but his figure seemed to be full of air.
Liu Wen glared at him with his bright eyes.
"Big dog, I've already said it many times. I don't have anything in my hands, so don't even think about it!"
"Why are you so dishonest?"
At the beginning, the three children were still able to say a few words, but when they saw Liu Wen's stubborn resistance, their faces immediately drooped.