Zhang Feng's extremely disrespectful words were like a major storm to the already not strong psychological state of the thief.
'Regicide...'
The key phrase kept resonating in his mind, and he felt that this old man had completely gone mad.
"Let's go, don't even think about running here at my place."
Zhang Feng instructed him to set off quickly while extending his hand.
Whoosh—
At the same time, the rocking chair in the courtyard folded back and forth like a piece of paper, becoming a mung bean-sized object before being collected into Zhang Feng's coarse cloth sleeve.
The thief had actually seen this Divine Power before, and Zhang Feng had talked about it in recent days, the name being 'Sleeve of Universe'.
It's basically compressing things, folding them like a quilt, and storing them inside the sleeve for convenient carrying.
The thief had seen 'Scattering Beans into Soldiers' before, and wasn't too surprised by this.
However, in the face of such absolute strength.
