The bearded farmer, Zhang San, held his chest with a pained expression. However, he glared at Wu Fang and said fiercely,
"Bastard! Come, hit my head. If you can't kill me, you're a coward!"
Wu Fang got furious when he heard his insult,
"Since you're courting death, I'll fulfill your wish!"
He raised his staff, about to strike down.
At this moment, Zhou Jing took the opportunity to step out of the crowd. His large hand grabbed the staff that was about to strike down like a hammer to the anvil.
Wu Fang exerted all his strength, but he could not shake it at all. He was shocked and quickly let go of the staff, taking two steps back and standing beside his servant.
He sized up Zhou Jing and confirmed that he was an unfamiliar face.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"