"It's not unfair to lose in your hands. With your ability, most of the messengers on the fifth floor are no match for you, but don't be too happy. There are also messengers on the fifth floor that you can't deal with." Zhao Feng said with a sad smile.

He loosened his palm and shook it sideways.

Trying to throw away the rusty iron hook.

If the thing about stealing memories is true, then his supernatural item cannot be concealed.

Everything is meaningless.

Yang Jian glanced at this, and the next moment, the iron hook that should have fallen appeared in his hand: "You want to throw it away? What a pity, if this thing is used well, I may really die.

In the hands of this thing, it’s a pity that the person you met is me, and you have no chance to use the supernatural items in your hands.”

"And I also know the purpose of your coming here. You want to kill me and take the black letter from my hand."

"If that's the case, then I can't let you live."

Yang Jian stole more and more memories, and even knew Zhao Feng's purpose.

The messenger on the fifth floor seems to be taking action to kill himself? Restore the balance on the fifth floor.

Good information.

Yang Jian quickly completed the memory stealing, and then he looked at Zhao Feng and directly erased all his memories.

Zhao Feng is not dead yet, but his eyes are gradually losing focus, becoming hollow, and then he loses his energy, like a vegetative state.

"It is a pity that Captain Yinzi does not exist in his memory, which means that he has not come into contact with Captain Yinzi, but I believe that information should be obtained from other messengers."

Yang Jian then walked over, pulled out his spear, and then dragged Zhao Feng's body back to the fifth floor.

No need to hang around the post office any longer.
Chapter completed!