“你、你他妈说什么呢？敢骂我师傅！”一个身材瘦高，留着两撇小胡子的青年火冒三丈地吼着，他那根磨得锃亮的铁棍差点没戳到林风的脸上。

林风嘴角抽搐了一下，心里骂咧咧的：“操，搁这儿充大尾巴狼呢？我招你惹你了？为了个破树头跟我玩命？”

周围的人瞬间安静下来，无数道鄙夷的目光朝着瘦高青年投去。这小子平时就喜欢耀武扬威，没想到今天居然被一个昏迷不醒的少年给教训了。

瘦高青年脸色一阵红一阵白，他最怕的就是别人说他仗势欺人，如今被林风一句话呛得哑口无言，他感觉自己像是被泼了一脸脏水，无比难堪。

“你……你等着！”瘦高青年怒吼一声，转身就往远处跑去。

“呵，孬种！”林风冷哼一声，心中鄙夷。

Monitoring the situation for a while, Lin Feng noticed that the crowd began to disperse, probably because none of them were willing to get involved in a fight with him at the moment. He felt a bit funny, because he himself didn't even know how to use a weapon.

Lin Feng felt a sense of urgency, he had been shuttling about in this world for a month after he came, but he had not found any clues about his own situation. He had no idea where he was, what his status was, or who his parents were. Everything was a mystery to him.

Suddenly, a terrifying thought emerged in Lin Feng's mind: What if he was in this world because someone had deliberately sent him here? What if he was used as a pawn by someone?