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Tian Yang Ni did not dare complain to Feng Jun either. He merely hinted tactfully, "Marvelous Hands Pavilion has their eye on you. This matter definitely isn't over. You need to stay on guard in the days ahead."

"The next time they come, it won't just be petty theft. They may very well attack you directly."

Lang Zhen disagreed and immediately retorted, "That's not right. Marvelous Hands Pavilion didn't come under their own banner the first time. They were probably hired by someone else. They weren't standing up for their own affairs, so why would they casually kill people?"

Tian Yang Ni shot back, "I'm only warning the Divine Doctor to be careful. As for you, Lone Wolf? Heh. Believe it or not."

Listening to their argument gave Feng Jun a headache, but what concerned him more was this: If Marvelous Hands Pavilion sends more people, my situation will become much more dangerous?

Feng Jun felt rather wronged. Back then, he had only captured them and handed them over.

He had offered no suggestions on how to deal with those two. The people who proposed killing them, as well as the ones who carried it out, had nothing to do with him.

He had merely not objected to killing them and said that he could understand why they did it. That was all.

But there was no point saying any of that now. His top priority was to strengthen his defenses. He could not count on the electric fence to stop every enemy that came for him.

The autumn rain had fallen all night and was still drizzling endlessly. The air carried a little more chill, and the damp cold seeped into the bones.

Feng Jun sat beneath the eaves, staring blankly at the threads of rain in the air.