"No."
Lin Zifeng replied, casually savoring the cocktail in his hand, but his thoughts drifted to the girl at the barbecue stall that night.
"Brother Lin, just say whatever you want; we're brothers, right? Is there something wrong going on?"
Seeing Lin Zifeng act so calm, Black Hawk started to feel anxious.
He was born with a naturally impatient temperament, and the calmer Lin Zifeng acted, the more he felt that something big was definitely happening.
"No problem, you just need to take care of the Martial Arts Society brothers. Leave the rest to Zhang Mengjie and Huo Shao."
Walking up to Black Hawk, Lin Zifeng patted him firmly on the shoulder.
Now, his influence was steadily growing, and the road ahead seemed endless.
"By the way, there's something else I need to report to you."
Black Hawk suddenly remembered something.
"What's up?"
