That stinks!

A few minutes later, two people crawled out of the dungeon.

Mike looked despondent.

Damn it!

How could his luck be so bad, encountering this person again? All the supply boxes were taken by him, and he got nothing.

Ming slapped the dust off his body, and casually pulled out a piece of wood, "Friend, I didn't prepare much for this outing, you can have this piece of wood, as a thank you for your rope."

"…"

"I don't need the piece of wood, we're all good people here~"

So out of all those supply boxes, you're only giving me a piece of wood? You're really stingy. But, a piece of wood is also something... should I take it?

"That's too kind~"

Ming put the wood back into his brain domain warehouse.

"…"

Mike's outstretched hand was left hanging awkwardly in the air between them.

"There's no need for a handshake, we haven't washed our hands, it's dirty~" Ming took a step back.

"…"