A group of onlookers gathered around, eager to see the spectacle unfold.
Lin Feng's gaze shifted from the reddened face before him to a few guards who had come to support, their faces filled with terror, not daring to step forward at all. They were merely a group of Martial Apprentices at the seventh or eighth Layers.
"You... Let Zhang San go, his cousin is the Deputy Commander of the Patrol Camp, you're courting death by offending him!"
"Right, no matter who you are, you're dead for sure! Your only choice now is to release Zhang San, then kneel and apologize to him. Perhaps he will be generous enough to let bygones be bygones and spare your life!"
Seeing the arrogant demeanor of a group of guards, Lin Feng frowned. They were indeed all bullies, relying on their connections. So what if someone was the Deputy Commander of the Patrol Camp? He was merely a martial master; what was there for Lin Feng to fear?
