That familiar feeling flashed past and then vanished.
Zhang Feng was certain that he had never seen this person before.
Moreover, the person's corpse was completely livid now.
There were even ice shards hanging all over his face.
You couldn't tell anything from it.
The preservation method of this corpse compared to the way Ma Xiaotong's corpse was preserved is quite crude.
However, Zhang Feng could still distinguish that it was a middle-aged man appearing to be over fifty.
"Is this the so-called target number four? He was actually assassinated?"
Zhang Feng circled around the cross where the corpse was tied, inspecting it for any clues.
Especially since he was in the Open Celestial Eye state now, he could see the essence of many things.
But no matter how he looked at the middle-aged man's corpse, it seemed quite ordinary.
There was no value in it... whatsoever.
An absurd idea of value.
