On the broken bamboo bench in the courtyard, there was an old man sharpening a knife.
Zhang Feng recognized him at a glance as the guest of honor.
But even now, he looked thirty years younger than he did in the criminal world.
'In the criminal world, he seemed to have comprehended inner organ visualization at eighty-nine.'
Contemplating, Zhang Feng walked into the courtyard.
"Guest of honor!" Boss Long also called out to the guest of honor.
"Hold on a moment." The guest of honor was focused on sharpening the knife, with a whip hanging from his waist.
Zhang Feng glanced at it, made from a rat's tail.
Under the eaves, there were also a few powerful crossbows.
They must use these long-range weapons to hunt rats.
Because based on the guest's knife sharpening power, Zhang Feng concluded his constitution was only around 31, ten points weaker than some strong rats.
But ordinary little rats, even those around 35, would not be enough for the guest of honor to slash.
