"Are you Ye Feng?"
The old man was none other than Muhammad. His figure seemed a bit hunched, leaning on a black cane, appearing just like an ordinary old man, with not a hint of peculiarity!
However, at this moment, in Ye Feng's eyes, the person in front of him seemed like a bottomless black hole, one he couldn't see through. Those murky yet profound eyes sent a shiver down Ye Feng's spine!
"The Great Prophet Muhammad of India?" Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the old man before him, and spoke slowly.
Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Muhammad chuckled as he looked at Ye Feng: "It seems you still know this old fellow!"
After speaking, Muhammad's tone paused, he scrutinized Ye Feng up and down, then said with a squinty smile, "Was it you who injured Natasha?"
"You know?" Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly!
"In this world, there aren't many things I don't know!" Muhammad smiled slightly, looking at Ye Feng with a meaningful expression!
"Is that so?"
