The moment the name was uttered from the other person's mouth.
Zhang the Butcher was stunned, his mind still a bit foggy.
As he gradually came to his senses, his bearded face was rapidly engulfed in shock and fear.
It was similar to Lin Baiwei.
In the Jianghu, this was also a name that only existed in rumors.
A pair of flesh palms that could stabilize mountains and rivers, the demons that died under his feet were enough to pile into a meat mountain, valued by the General of Qingzhou and accepted as a closed-door disciple, learning peerless martial skills.
So...
Such a figure coming to visit while carrying only a few tangerines.
Zhang the Butcher, although confident, did not believe the visitor had come for him and awkwardly said, "Officer Shen, I'm just staying here temporarily, the owner has gone out."
"Where did he go?" Fang Heng suppressed his restlessness.
"He..." Zhang the Butcher smacked his lips and pointed toward the gate, "Look, he's coming back with food."
