Five minutes later.
In a small alley beside the market.
Several passersby in the alley were looking curiously at Zhang Feng, along with Brother Lin who Zhang Feng was dragging along.
Moreover, there were some bloodstains on Zhang Feng's work uniform.
All these scenes combined made the passersby quickly avoid from both sides.
'Why is there so much blood on that person?'
'Did they get into a fight?'
They pondered in their hearts, but didn't dare to intervene.
There was even one person who returned to where they came from just now.
Zhang Feng, however, kept dragging Brother Lin by himself.
Brother Lin was more or less half-crouching and walking backward, occasionally falling and being dragged a few meters by Zhang Feng.
But the occasional pain gradually brought him back to his senses.
"Brother..." He tried to plead, he hadn't enjoyed enough of the pleasures of the world and didn't want to die.
