Just as the Kirin Root, that was within his grasp, was intercepted by someone else, Lin Feng couldn't help but rage. Without a second thought, he snatched it up, scanned and paid, and the transaction was completed.
A series of actions executed very quickly left both the stall owner and the newcomer dumbfounded.
With the item in hand, Lin Feng then turned to look at the newcomer, a middle-aged man with a square face, whose eyebrows and eyes exuded an imposing aura, with two men standing behind him.
The two men, though lean, had a sharp glint in their eyes. Their relaxed posture belied the energy they were ready to unleash, their gazes fixed on Lin Feng as if ready to pounce at the first sign of trouble.
Good bodyguards, Lin Feng realized at a glance; they were many times stronger than Lu Zhenhai's decorative ones.
The middle-aged man who brought formidable bodyguards with him was clearly not of simple status, and in just a few moments, Lin Feng deduced quite a bit of information.
