"Old man, that's a little rude!" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and spoke sharply.
The old man stepped closer, a vicious glint in his eyes.
"So what if I'm rude?"
The hand hidden in the old man's sleeve moved. Lin Feng caught it.
"Fuck you!"
Still seated, Lin Feng braced his hands behind him and kicked out, sending the old man crashing into the wooden wall.
"What are you doing?"
Ophelia stared in shock. She had no idea why they were suddenly fighting again.
For a moment, she thought Lin Feng had gotten the urge to kick someone again.
There was definitely something wrong with this guy. He loved kicking people at the slightest provocation!
But then a black dagger clattered to the floor where the old man had just stood. Ophelia fell silent.
All right, I was naive. This old man was no harmless host!
The kick hadn't carried much force, mainly because of the Suppressor.
Although the old man had hit the wall, he didn't seem injured.
He landed on the floor with a howl, then vanished from sight like a ghost.
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. I knew there was something wrong with him. He'd suspected it from the moment they entered.
No ordinary person could move that fast.
The skin on the left side of Lin Feng's head prickled. He promptly exchanged for a dagger from his storage space and raised it.
Clang!
Metal struck metal.
Lin Feng looked over.
Whoa. The old man's nails had grown long and black as a ghost's claws. They were incredibly hard, gleaming faintly in the dim light.
His attack thwarted, the old man swiftly retreated.
Ophelia's brain finally caught up. She raised her gun to fire.
Lin Feng held out a hand to stop her, his expression grave.
"Don't shoot.