It was a Japanese samurai knife, and even traces of burning steel could be seen on it.
As an expert in cold weapons, Leng Feng could tell at a glance the method of forging the blade. His focus was always so strange.
"Wow, it's a good knife. Tell me the price, okay?"
All of a sudden, the audience burst into an uproar!
How could Leng Feng say something like that in the face of such a big character as Black? It was a suicide act in everyone's eyes!
Of course, the so-called people referred to those who didn't know Leng Feng's identity.
Instead of getting angry, Black offered a "fair and reasonable" price.
"Your life is equal to this samurai saber,"
For a moment, Leng Feng couldn't help frowning, and there was even a trace of embarrassment on his face.
"Dude, when will your so-called international criminal police come? I'm waiting anxiously here. I'll chop your head off in front of the international criminal police!"
Black grinned.