"Alright! You brat, you're here alone trying to hog all the benefits. Quickly, tell me, where have you hidden all the treasures from the Second Level?"
At this moment, Zhang Qiang pointed at Ding Fan's nose as soon as he arrived and asked. His eyes were filled with anger. Earlier, when he came up, he saw an empty room with only Ding Fan inside, and Ding Fan only held a Broken Sword in his hand. It was obvious that Ding Fan had already taken away all the treasures from here.
At this time, Ding Fan looked at the crowd that suddenly rushed in. His face remained calm, with a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, then he slowly spoke to Zhang Qiang:
"What treasures? When I came in, there was just an Iron Sword on the table, the one I'm holding now. Do you want it? If you want it, just take it!"
