"Family Head, old Feng... is Old Feng really dead?" After hanging up Zhang Yang's call and putting away his cell phone, Old Wei still seemed somewhat incredulous.
Old Wei was very aware of Old Feng's strength; he was the absolute pinnacle of the martial arts practitioners in Tiandong City.
In Tiandong City, who could possibly kill him?
Even if there was someone who could kill him, it wouldn't be that easy, right?
Zhang Yang said that Old Feng didn't stand a chance against a young man, not surviving even one move. That just sounded utterly nonsensical, a complete fantasy.
"Hmm, Yang'er wouldn't make careless remarks about such matters!" Zhang Kuang stated in a deep voice.
By this time, he had taken a seat.
He lifted his hands, massaging his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
These troubles, once they start, they come all at once.
