Chapter 437: The True Identity of the Black-Robed Person

As night fell, the last box of gold was finally loaded onto the helicopter.

Sitting on the helicopter returning home, Fang Xiaocao's heart, which she'd kept clenched the whole time, finally relaxed.

What Fang Xiaocao didn't know was that shortly after she and Unhappy had left, the enemy—who had been watching in the shadows all day—finally bared their fangs and carried out a one-sided massacre on the more than fifty members of the Tomb Raider Sect's rescue team who hadn't managed to retreat.

The towering Lizardmen, under the cover of night, were like Evil Ghosts crawling out from the depths of Hell, bloodthirsty and insane.

The rescue team, whose average strength was only second-rate, was like children facing adults in front of the Lizardmen, whose strength surpassed first-class and whose bodies were impervious to blades and guns; they had no power to fight back.

They had resisted...

But it was all in vain.

Just as an arm will never have the strength of a leg.