There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 131 - 79 [Tiger] (5K)_3

"In fact, you are the reincarnation of our hall..."

As he said this, he denied it himself, because there weren’t many people in their hall, and he happened to like using task points (the hall’s currency) to buy some intelligence.

So he knew Zhang Feng definitely wasn’t.

But if not,

then how was the item information hidden?

He found it very strange because inside the Hall of Space-Time, only personal items can have their attributes and special effects shielded.

This is to prevent exposure.

"Hmm, I can see it," Zhang Feng casually replied and got out of the car, "but I’m not one of your hall’s people. As for this gun, I guess it might be a common item used by all halls." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"I see!" Old Tian, although not sure if it was true, had never encountered such a situation.

So he believed it.

Although he was tempted by the gun, he thought it belonged to a friend and quickly dismissed the idea.

"Bring the people over," Zhang Feng was still seeking efficiency, "into the factory."

"Okay," Old Tian grabbed the grease monkey to get off the car.

But before getting out, he remembered something and was even more surprised, "Zhang, where did you get this gun?"

"Your colleague," Zhang Feng waved him off, telling him to hurry and get people off the car, "I ran into one of your colleagues a few days ago; we had a good conversation, and he gave me the gun."

Zhang Feng saw Old Tian looking like he was learning about this gun for the first time, so he knew that round face didn’t know Old Tian either.

Not knowing him, he just made it up.

"He gave it to you?" Old Tian couldn’t believe anyone would give away an Epic-level item.

So there was only one possibility left, Zhang must have taken him out.

’Good thing I was so...,’ Old Tian thought of the possibility, then remembered how he stopped the elder brother’s car on the road yesterday, realizing it was as good as courting death, he instantly felt a chill down his spine.

Zhang Feng didn’t care about him and instead, after glancing a few times at the factory ahead, saw no one at the front, and moved towards the factory door where light was coming out, along the shadows.

"Brother, wait for me!" Old Tian realized and dragged the grease monkey along.

When they were about to reach the factory door,

Zhang Feng tucked the gun into his belt to avoid barging in with a gun, alarming the others or making them flee.

That would make it difficult to kill them.

"Don’t move recklessly," Zhang Feng thought to himself, while letting Old Tian cover the grease monkey’s mouth, as they quietly approached the factory door.

The distance got closer.

Zhang Feng crouched down, sprawled at the edge of the factory door, peeking inside.

Inside were seven people, a big man sitting at the table, while the remaining seven stood with knives.

In one glance.

Only the big man had decent martial skills, looking like he had trained his body.

The other seven seemed to be his underlings.

Having observed them, Zhang Feng didn’t act rashly and instead occasionally peeked inside.

First, to avoid being discovered by them.

Second, to observe if they showed any movements indicating they had firearms.

After a few minutes, Zhang Feng confirmed that they had no guns, and there were no flammable materials in the factory.

The factory was very open, visible at a glance, with no other doors or places to dodge and hide.

So.

Bang!

Zhang Feng kicked the slightly ajar factory door open a bit more, stepped inside a little sideways, and looked towards the big man who had trained his martial arts well,

"Are you Brother Qi? Your martial skills are indeed decent, you rank fourth among the people I’ve seen, slightly below Dong Qing."

"Who’s Dong Qing?" The big man stood up and looked at Zhang Feng, seeing a loosely dressed, ordinary middle-aged man.

But the next second, as Old Tian brought people in,

The big man looked at Old Tian, feeling a sense of familiarity.

It was precisely because he felt familiar in a foreign world that he knew who the other person was.

"Are you the reincarnator who took this mission?" The big man asked with arms crossed.

"Tiger!" Old Tian was surprised when he saw the big man, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh? You know me?" Tiger laughed heartily, "Then it’s your bad luck, I took your opposing mission."

"Why are you helping them?" Old Tian was puzzled, "These people have murder cases; they’re not good people. I’m killing them not just for the mission, but also to rid the world of evil."

"But why are you helping them?"

"No reason," Tiger couldn’t be bothered to explain, and turned to look at Zhang Feng, "Who are you then?"

"Zhang Feng," Zhang Feng realized Tiger was also a reincarnator, "I’m with Old Tian."

"What reincarnator?" Brother Qi didn’t understand all this but saw Tiger targeting this person, especially since this person even openly said he would kill him, so he had his underlings draw out machetes.

At this moment, he looked at the grease monkey held by Old Tian and felt even more infuriated, "You damn well have to die, too!"

"He mumble mumble gun..." The grease monkey wanted to speak but couldn’t make a sound.

"What did you say?" Brother Qi spat, then looked at Tiger beside him, "Should we take out these two together?"

"No need!"

Tiger snorted and then tore off his shirt, revealing a robust physique,

"Since you dared to come, I’ll send you to die together now!"

With that said,

Tiger moved with the power of his punches, like a ferocious beast, charging at Zhang Feng and the others!

The Tiger form was also his nickname; he practiced the Tiger Form of Xing Yi Fist!

"Die!"

Tiger’s eyes were ruthless, striding over, each step spanning three to four meters.

Adding his strong build, large hands, and thick arms, to outsiders, he looked like a fierce tiger pouncing from afar!

Zhang Feng observed for a few seconds, then scooped inside the right side of his coat and stood slightly sideways.

Avoiding Tiger’s sight, then he suddenly swung his right hand forward.

Bang!

A sudden silent gunshot, Tiger was shot in the forehead, dead.

Pah, his body, under the momentum of the run, lurched forward for a bit more distance.

Zhang Feng held the gun in a standard posture, with smoke trailing from the barrel, looking at Brother Qi and others who suddenly froze,

"Anyone else trained in Tiger Form, come on, give me another pounce."

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