The man leading the group was around forty years old, with an ordinary face but an arrogant and cold demeanor.
Especially when he looked at people or objects, he would always squint, adopting a condescending gaze as if nothing and no one could possibly catch his interest.
However, his way of walking was somewhat strange. When he stepped with his left leg, he would always step about ten centimeters longer than his right, alternating between a long step and a short one, and he did this with every step as if it had been specifically practiced.
Ye Feng observed the stride and posture of this man clad in black, his gaze slightly narrowing.
This was the standard posture for making an attack, which meant that this middle-aged man could potentially launch an attack at any moment during his walk—clearly, it had become a habit for him!
A professional instinct!
