How quickly Waxman Zhang's mind turned. He immediately flickered, appearing in front of the underling who screamed and drew his sword, and harshly ordered:
"Shut your mouth! You ignorant fool, how could this guy possibly be the Northwest Sword Leader Mo Shasheng? Are you blind?"
"This..." The underling had already pulled out his sword, just waiting for everyone to rush forward and make a name for themselves. Waxman Zhang's scolding left him stunned.
How could he not recognize Mo Shasheng? This guy had been on the Patrol Defense Office's kill list for years, ranked just below the Demon under the Black Buddha Mother, a high-profile target.
Besides, if he didn't recognize him, could he not recognize the rusted sword at his waist?
"No, Senior Zhang, he is the Northwest Sword Leader Mo Shasheng. Trust me, we..."
Not waiting for him to finish, Waxman Zhang, with a sullen face, raised his hand and slapped him, "Pa!", cutting off the rest of his sentence.
