The sharp point of the needle, gleaming with a cold light, thrust towards the black palm, and a slight smile appeared on Dr. Feng's face.
The anticipated moment of the needle piercing through the palm did not occur, as the hand skillfully rotated, letting the needle slip into the gap of a ring, and then with a strong twist, the needle was snapped off.
Seeing this scene, Dr. Feng hurriedly retreated, warily staring at the disheveled, blond man in a khaki suit who had appeared before him.
Of course, the man who had just appeared was Wen Wen, who did not want to arouse Ais Wakaz's suspicion, so he still showed the face he wore in the mines.
If it hadn't been absolutely necessary, Wen Wen really did not want to confront Dr. Feng alone. The mad botanist was not hard to deal with, but who knew if the mysterious fugitive, Ais Wakaz, might be lurking nearby? Against two opponents, Wen Wen might not be the match.
