C79 Terrifying Strength

"That bag."

In a hidden place, Zhuang Xing secretly smiled. Since this old man was very confident in his bag, then he would help him.

With a flick of his sleeve, a small knife shot out, carrying a ray of light as it rushed towards the black bag.

"Who is it?"

The mercenaries immediately looked towards the place where Zhuang Xing was hiding. There was nothing there other than dense trees