Slightly measured the opponent's background.
Fang Cheng's gaze swept past the masked man and toward Grey Eagle, who was hiding to the side and rear, pretending to be calm while holding his rifle.
Seeing the slightly trembling barrel in his hand, Fang Cheng curled his lips in mockery.
"I went in for a full four hours."
Fang Cheng raised his hand, casually dusting off the dirt from his sleeve. His voice revealed no hint of emotion:
"Your speed in changing masters is even faster than I expected."
Grey Eagle, glanced at by Fang Cheng, felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to his head.
He swallowed hard and mustered the courage to retort loudly:
"Fang, stop pretending to be mysterious here!"
"The gentleman beside me is the Deputy Chairman of the Black Tide Organization. If you have any sense, kneel down and hand over the treasure you brought from the ruins, along with the magic artifact capable of space travel on your body."
