"Hm?"
Chen Qiu tilted his head towards the middle-aged man running toward him, his brows slightly furrowed. He remembered this man, the one who had dug him out of the snow and had left fifty low-grade Spirit Stones as a token of his gratitude before leaving.
He didn't think too much about it at the moment.
His Divine Sense encompassed the entirety of Desperate Town, immediately sensing a chaotic area. With just a wave of his hand, Spiritual Energy enveloped the bearded middle-aged man, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared inside a stone house.
This room was the very one he had lain in before.
At this moment, a slightly overweight middle-aged woman was almost beaten to death, curled up in the corner trembling like a sieve. Inside the house, seven or eight young, sturdy men, also covered in wounds, lay in another corner, barely breathing more than they were exhaling.
"Speak! Where are the rest of your Spirit Stones?!"