C85 As a Last Resort

The middle-aged man who sells knives does things very crudely, and this time he's smart and meticulous.

When Qin Fei returned to antique shop, the night had already fallen, but antique shop was brightly lit.

At the front desk, a young man was sitting. He wore a white collar shirt and looked harmless.

But if one looked carefully, it would be one of the four people who were with the knife seller