Han Feng nodded.
"Fine."
His hand reached for his waist.
Smug smiles appeared on the faces of the men opposite him.
They thought Han Feng was about to obediently take off his backpack.
But Han Feng's hand didn't stop there.
It slid further down.
Landing on the quick-draw holster on his outer thigh.
CLICK.
The large-caliber "Sand Python" pistol was in his hand.
The safety clicked off in an instant.
The entire motion was a blur.
The dark muzzle wasn't aimed at the shouting brute.
Instead, it locked directly onto the distant Cyan-Scaled Giant Lizard.
"Since there's no room for discussion, you can all get lost."
Han Feng's tone was calm.
"Those three fruits are mine."
"And this lizard is mine, too."
At the mouth of the valley, the air fell silent for a moment.
The next second, an uproar of derisive laughter erupted.
The five mercenaries were doubled over with laughter.
As if they'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Boss, did you hear that?"
