'This might be a [prequel] world.'
Zhang Feng felt a bit dazed, not expecting he had walked into the story of the "guest"?
This awkward feeling was too bizarre.
Simpler not to think about it.
Better to wait for the task, see if he could find the "guest" from [Criminal Prequel].
He thought to himself.
Zhang Feng began to examine the writing again, hoping to find some "potentially existing information" within these characters.
Then deduce whether the guest was related to the task.
Because if this really was the Criminal World,
the guest's character should still be one that liked "puzzles."
Maybe some clue he left was related to the current task.
But after looking around, there was nothing.
Truly, there were martial arts, but no riddles.
So this did seem more puzzling.
'Where exactly is the danger?'
Zhang Feng couldn't figure it out and noticed it was already evening.
Swish—
The young man also put down his backpack, which contained some dry buns and jerky.
