Xiao Feng did not turn around because he knew very well that if he did, the gas tank outside the door... cough.
Jie Wencheng outside the door would attack him stealthily.
Even the most elite members have a significant gap compared to the instructors.
In comparison, Xiao Feng was even less willing to face Jie Wencheng's ambush.
"I said gas tank, you should know how many old instructors died by my hand, right?" Xiao Feng stroked his chin, clicking his tongue in wonder:
"Don't you think it's because they think you're old?
Planning to use me to clear you all out, so the newcomers can take the stage?"
"Yanhuang, you're also from the Devil's Concentration Camp, do you think such low-level provocations will work?" Jie Wencheng asked back with a dark face.
Xiao Feng sneered: "Gas tank, I've always had a suspicion.
Today, seeing you, I can pretty much confirm that my suspicion is true."
"What suspicion?" After hesitating several times, Jie Wencheng still asked.
