But Wang Ye still thought that if there truly existed someone who a Third Grade Martial Warrior like himself couldn't handle, then even employing a bodyguard with the strength of a fourth-rank peak martial artist would surely be futile.
"No need."
Wang Ye smiled at Zhong Feng and the bodyguard, taking out the Green Satchel Book that he had just hidden in his embrace.
Turning to Zhong Feng, he said,
"Elder Zhong, take a look at what I'm holding in my hands."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Feng made no move to take the item from Wang Ye's hands, but instead said to Wang Ye,
"You are injured right now, nothing is more important than your wounds,"
Although he said this, Zhong Feng's gaze still involuntarily glanced at the item in Wang Ye's hands as he spoke.
At that glance, Zhong Feng, who was still holding onto Wang Ye's hand, suddenly stopped.
His gaze fixed intently on the object in Wang Ye's hands.
He only saw three words exposed on the item Wang Ye was holding.