Knights rarely hold grudges overnight, because they settle scores on the spot.
Qing Chen sat on the ground, waiting patiently, completely indifferent to the onlooking crowd's gaze, calmly counting the resources he had just snatched.
After pocketing the money, the crisp sound of gold coins dropping resounded from his body. The cash disappeared and turned into a string of numbers in his hand, 1493 yuan.
This group of nine is really damn poor!
At this moment, the onlooking players were filming Qing Chen, recording this scene.
Qing Chen swept a glance at them expressionlessly, only to see them backing away fearfully, as if afraid of getting involved.
However, they didn't retreat too far, because everyone knew the conflict's cause had nothing to do with Qing Chen; he was merely a newbie born here, retaliating after being robbed.
Moreover, how many newcomers in recent years haven't been robbed?
