"What kind of spirit is this!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and collected the three swords.
——Weapons can be sold for a high price!
"Please wait a moment, you can take the swords, but could you leave us the clothes?"
A man suddenly spoke up.
"Huh? Weren't you here to help the poor?" Shen Ye looked at him in surprise, swinging his long sword, letting it slide just an inch from the man's neck.
Just an inch away.
The man broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to say anything else, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, as if resigning himself to fate.
As for the clothes and armor on him——
Shen Ye stripped it all off him.
If he could earn a cent, he'd earn a cent!
There was no pressure in stripping men, after all, it was all for money.
Soon.
Just like last time, the three were stripped bare.
