"I am Feng Buhui. Let me go first," Feng Buhui stepped forward and saluted Yang An.
Feng Buhui is the well-deserved big brother of the July Mercenary Team, and among them all, his mastery of basic Dark Techniques is the most solid. He has just broken through to Dark Heavenly in the past few days, and in terms of sheer physical prowess alone, he ranks among the best of them.
Yang An had already noticed Feng Buhui. In the July Team, with men and women, tall and short, they really did not look like a regular Mercenary Team.
Out of them, only Feng Buhui seemed most like a mercenary. He had a full forehead and a stable breath, and his walk exuded the air of a great general.
Yang An nodded to himself, thinking that this young man does have some semblance of decency, unlike the Tom, Dick, and Harry that ran to the Martial Arts Hall this morning.
