"Is this the black-hearted factory you mentioned?"
Lin Feng, as a cultivator, had not even approached the notorious factory when he already felt a very ominous aura emanating from inside. It was somewhat akin to the aura of death, the sort that one would find in an area where corpses had decayed over a long period.
"Yes! Lin Feng, be careful. There are quite a few strong workers like those in the factory."
As the two slowly approached the sinister factory, Zhou Yun became a little nervous, licked her dry lips, and reminded Lin Feng. Although Zhou Yun had seen the prowess of Lin Feng's martial skills, with him easily defeating two muscular workers alone, Zhou Yun still felt that two fists were no match for four hands. It was much safer to have Lin Feng by her side, but given the number of workers inside the factory, Zhou Yun was worried that Lin Feng might suffer if he recklessly charged in.
