One man left just raised his hand.
Zhang Feng eased the force, charged forward with his Beng Fist, hitting him in the chest and dispersing his strength.
At the same time, Zhang Feng pulled a dagger from his waist, flicked it sharply, and thrust it into the heart of the blind big man, stopping his screams.
Thud—
His body fell to the ground, and the person whose central nervous system was destroyed also collapsed stiffly.
"Dead... dead..." The remaining man held his aching chest and looked fearfully at everything happening inside the room.
"Ugh..." The short-haired man struggled with his throat for a moment and then completely lost breath.
All three were dead.
Zhang Feng stepped over him, opened the door, and after seeing that the outside was empty, closed the door again.
"All dead..." The last man looked fearfully at Zhang Feng after seeing everyone dead.
He couldn't imagine why, just days, hours, or even seconds ago, the timid middle-aged man was now calmly killing?
