When Feng Jun heard this, he finally understood that he had run into a complete bunch of Star Luo scum.
The local guide had actually mentioned this sort of thing before. Guman was a mixed bag and guns were not banned. Foreign tourists could easily stumble into traps if they were careless and be forced to pay for their safety.
Take this taxi driver, for example. He had noticed Feng Jun coming out of the shopping center with two beautiful women, carrying bags and packages in both hands, and had instinctively decided that he was rich.
It was only because Feng Jun had put quite a few things into the Storage Pouch. Otherwise, who knew what the man would have thought?
So he had lured them into this alley to commit robbery. If they refused to comply, they had even prepared drugs to plant on them—didn't want to pay? Then they had better be ready for prison.
Feng Jun did not know much about that. But when he heard the other party threaten to frame him, he made up his mind.
Before that, however, he still wanted to ask, "Did someone really not send you to deal with me?"
"Oh?" The man's eyes lit up. "You're actually rich enough... to have someone hire people against you?"
"You really don't know how to communicate!" Feng Jun raised his hand and punched the man straight into the wall.
That was right—straight into the wall. The man had been five or six meters away from it, yet Feng Jun's punch sent him flying into it.
When he hit the wall, he still had considerable momentum. The impact made the wall shake twice. Fortunately, it did not collapse.
The others were completely stunned. There were more than ten men in the courtyard.
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