Super Space Trading Group

Whitebeard and Bai Cheng looked at what was happening in front of them and were relatively speechless. They smiled faintly and looked around casually.

And the dead-handled wood was hanging unknowingly, and had already broken free from its shackles. Step by step, he walked towards other places without making a sound, afraid of being discovered by Bai Cheng.

However, Bai Cheng didn't turn around, it didn't mean he didn't see it. Just as the dead-handled wooden hanger was about to speed up and leave here, Bai Cheng grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't run, wasn't it that arrogant just now?

Bai Cheng looked at the dead wooden hanger with a smile, stretched out his body, and stared at the other person's eyes with a half-smile.

"Get out of the way, it's not a one-level battle, what's the point!"

The dead handle wooden hanger panicked for a moment, and quickly opened Bai Cheng's hand, exhaled lightly, and roared slightly nervously.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Cheng snapped his fingers nonchalantly, and the dead-handled wooden hanger just took a step and was locked in place.

"Wait a minute, let's play slowly, for now, just stay here obediently!"

Then, Bai Cheng came to Whitebeard's side. Reaching into the white air, he carefully touched Whitebeard's body.

"Be patient, now it's the most important place!"

Immediately afterwards, Bai Cheng pinched the Whitebeard's ankle and arm. With a little force, he began to attach his hand and hamstrings to Whitebeard.

"A..."

Whitebeard grimaced in pain, his body trembled uncontrollably, and was still held by Bai Cheng.

"Why can't you move..."

Taking advantage of this time, the dead-handled wooden hanger kept twisting his body, trying to break free from Bai Cheng's immobilization technique. After a long time, it was getting tighter and tighter.

"Relax, you'll be fine soon!

Bai Cheng's forehead was covered in sweat, and he didn't have time to take care of the wooden hanger. He smiled lightly and said with a pretense of ease.

A few minutes later, Bai Cheng cautiously took his hands out of the white air. Whitebeard's body has almost recovered, but he can't move around freely.

"Now, let's go and see!"

Bai Cheng touched his chin, looked at the dead wooden hanger and said thoughtfully.

"Where are we going?

Then, the dead-handled wooden hanger was lifted into the air. He looked left and right, and asked in a panic.

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"My subordinates were probably caught by those gas soldiers, and now we have to exchange hostages, there shouldn't be any problem with you!"

Bai Cheng casually snapped his fingers and took the Whitebeard into his own space. Then he turned his head to look at the dead handle wooden hanger, and said meaningfully.

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"Like this!"

After listening to Bai Cheng's words, the dead-handled wooden hanger breathed a sigh of relief.

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It's too late, it's too soon. Bai Cheng and the others arrived at Nangong Nayue's location in the blink of an eye. Sure enough, they were already captured by the gas soldiers.

"Wait, stop!

Just when the gas soldier was about to start, the dead-handled wooden hanger scolded loudly.

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All the gas soldiers stopped their hands and turned their heads to look at the dead-handled wooden hanger.

"Then let's go down now!

Dead Handle Wooden Hanger was always reluctant to confront Bai Cheng head-on because the casualties were too great. What's more, now that he is in the hands of the other party, he stares at Bai Cheng's eyes with embarrassment.