Seeing Lin Feng approach, Little Zhong and Little Cheng of the Sky Wolf Gang each took out a short dagger, looking at Lin Feng with some trepidation.
Lin Feng ignored them and calmly walked up to Xiao Lang. He squatted down and, under Xiao Lang's terrified gaze, lifted his clothes and removed the special sheath for the Poison Sting Dagger.
"This dagger is wasted in your hands. I'll keep it for a while..." Lin Feng stuffed the Poison Sting Dagger into its sheath, grinning at Xiao Lang. "You wouldn't mind, would you?"
Subconsciously, Xiao Lang shook his head. As long as Lin Feng let him go, he wouldn't care about giving Lin Feng everything he owned. This kid is too terrifying... Xiao Lang still vividly remembered the feeling of being kicked away by Lin Feng; it was like being hit by a truck and sent shivers down his spine.
