The man holding the iron rod looked to be in his early thirties, with messy hair like uncooked instant noodles and wearing a dirty shirt paired with overalls—a very typical construction worker's attire.
His iron rod wasn't sharp at all, and it seemed to be a piece of rebar or something he picked up casually, obviously an impromptu decision.
"Geez, I almost thought I summoned Joestar with my flag!" Feng Xue, looking at the skinny man, also breathed a sigh of relief. Facing the sudden attack, he was still a bit flustered. After all, most of his strength resided in his phantom items; his actual body was just a tier-three Phantom Assassin, with only his evasion slightly above that of a Super Soldier.
But seeing that the other party didn't seem to be some super assassin, Feng Xue felt much more at ease. While remaining on guard, he glanced around the environment with his peripheral vision, looking for any potential weapons he might use.
