Once the scavenger's pupils returned to their place, they shot a cold gleam.
This gleam even contained a deep ferocity.
However, Zhang Feng seemed completely oblivious to all this.
He kept his back to the scavenger, looking at the items in the scavenger's dilapidated hut.
It was as if he was genuinely standing there, carefully selecting goods.
The scavenger's cold eyes fixated on Zhang Feng's back, while his other hand stealthily reached toward a spot behind the door.
Slowly, a small metal fire hook was tightly gripped in his hand.
The vicious glint in his eyes became more pronounced.
But just then, Zhang Feng, who was "carefully selecting goods," suddenly remarked:
"This thing is a bit too thin, besides it doesn't handle well, it's not practical, not practical."
The scavenger was so startled by this remark that he instinctively hid the fire hook behind himself.
He thought Zhang Feng had noticed his actions.
