'His physical constitution is clearly not high... why is his skill so much better than mine...'
The round face was hit hard, his brain dazed.
But his constitution, far above the average person, still made him stagger for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground.
Zhang Feng did not kill him. Instead, he walked over and knocked the knife out of his hand with a steel pipe,
"Last time, you disappeared as soon as you died, and even the things you had on you were taken back."
As Zhang Feng searched him with the steel pipe, he said helplessly, "I didn't even dare to hit your temple just now, afraid that if I killed you, everything would be gone.
That Epic Gun from the Hall last time, it was indeed nice, do you still have it?"
"You..." The round face, dizzy, couldn't respond, but he knew he had underestimated this driver.
This driver could kill him with a single blow!
