'It's one thing for the body to be like this, but now encountering such a person, it really leaves no way to survive.'
Zhang Feng was speechless, but his face directly faced the young man.
This gaze cannot be avoided.
'Is this old undead actually skilled, or just pretending to be calm?'
The young man appeared to be an ordinary coachman but was actually a notorious thief wandering through numerous areas.
Being in this line of work, he definitely had a sharp eye that could discern who was bluffing and who was strong only on the surface.
Yet, when it came to Zhang Feng, this frail old man.
He was truly unsure for a moment.
Because Zhang Feng seemed very much like a person from the Jianghu; his demeanor and words were so natural, not like he was deliberately trying to fool him.
But he didn't leave, because if Zhang Feng was indeed a person from the Jianghu and had some skills.
Then he would have already made a move.
This was the most concrete proof.
