Feng Lin threw the man in black onto the ground.
He still couldn't believe it as he looked at Feng Youfu and exclaimed, "Uncle, I didn't know you were this powerful."
"Where am I powerful? They're just too weak. They can't even withstand a single slap."
Feng Youfu glanced down at the man lying at his feet and asked indifferently, "Why capture him alive?"
"When I find the time, I want to exterminate this organization."
Feng Lin bent down and tore off the man's hood.
It revealed a middle-aged man, about forty years old, sporting a small beard.
Just by looking at the face, he seemed like an ordinary human, but his eyes were red.
"Uncle, is this person from another race?"
Feng Lin asked, lifting his head.
"How would I, a mere farmer, know such things?"
Feng Youfu rolled his eyes and said offhandedly, "He might be mixed heritage."
"Mixed heritage?"
Feng Lin stared at the middle-aged man.
