The weight in hand was less than a pound, not even a human skin would be this light.
Although the Extraordinary World might not adhere to the law of conservation of matter, Luo Ping couldn't have taken the money just to perform a suicide act for him.
So the missing weight must still exist, just in a way that Liu Zheng couldn't see.
"Mr. Liu, please take a look."
As he was pondering, Luo Ping's voice sounded in his ear, as soft as a mosquito's hum.
He quickly widened his eyes and looked around.
Centered around the French Plane Tree, the shadows of the past gradually appeared, overlapping with the present.
In this dazzling overlapping scene, a solitary shadow appeared especially abrupt.
This person was wearing a highly technological combat suit and was very short, only about 1.3 meters tall, squatting down like a large dog.
