On the lawn, Pang Feng wore a smile that seemed unremarkable, yet to everyone present, he was unfathomably deep.
His arrival had flipped the situation on its head, bringing immense satisfaction and relief to the people of Fan City. They looked at Pang Feng with wild enthusiasm, and the women didn't bother to hide their admiration.
As for the Japanese, each looked as if mourning the dead, like defeated roosters, devoid of their earlier arrogance.
Shibuya's expression fluctuated as he stared at Pang Feng and bowed respectfully, "May I know the esteemed name of the expert before us, please grant us your name!"
"Heh heh, I've already said, I'm a countryman, Pang Feng from Centipede Ridge!" Pang Feng replied with a smile.
"Centipede Ridge?" Shibuya scrunched up his eyebrows, having studied Huaxia's secretive sects and special organizations deeply, he had never heard of a sect called Centipede Ridge.
