Leng Feng's voice and movement came at the same time—he stepped in front of Jiang Che, intercepting his fist with one palm.
The gust from the punch reached Jiang Che's face, the force ruffling his short hair.
Jiang Che didn't move at all; he just stared at Leng Feng's back, feeling the cool wind brought by the punch's strength.
"Are you alright?" Leng Feng looked at Jiang Che with concern, sizing him up. He frowned, because Jiang Che's expression hadn't changed a bit.
He didn't seem to care about what Long Yun had said, or about any of the ridicule from these people.
His expression was earnest, as if he were genuinely asking Long Yun to watch the door for him.
Realizing something odd about Jiang Che, Leng Feng's frown deepened. He truly couldn't get a handle on Jiang Che's mental state.
He used to think Jiang Che's claim of being mentally ill was just a cover, but seeing him now, the guy looked normal—yet his mind clearly wasn't like everyone else's anymore.
