"It's going better than I thought."
He had not intended this to happen, but it did not matter. Jude took the gasoline tanks first before taking the kerosene and diesel tanks. Some plant-type monsters belatedly noticed him and stretched their vines toward him. Unfortunately for them, Jude had already activated all kinds of skills.
Dozens of vines were cut off by his long knife and fell to the floor. After some time passed, some of the foreigners, who sensed something was amiss, returned to the oil storage. What they saw as soon as they returned was Jude looting the oil containers.
"What is that bastard?"
"A thief! A thief is stealing the oil!"
It was late at night, so no one knew who Jude was or what he was doing. But they were all certain of one thing. He was their enemy. After all, anyone who entered the warehouse before them would immediately become an enemy.
