Lin Zifeng stood inside the helicopter cabin, a cigarette clenched between his lips, looking down at Huahua in the center of the stage.
"Lin, your move is simply incredible. How did you know someone would kill the lights?"
Inside the cabin, Black Hawk sat next to Lin Zifeng.
He stared straight at the little beauty in the center of the stage.
Half an hour ago, he had already received Lin Zifeng's message, instructing him to bring three helicopters.
At that time, he was a bit puzzled, not knowing what Lin Zifeng was planning.
So without thinking, he borrowed three helicopters from Long Yunfei at the Martial Arts Alliance.
Now, witnessing this scene, even this robust man suddenly understood everything.
"Overheard it," Lin Zifeng said casually, continuing to puff on his cigarette and deeply inhaling twice, letting the dense smoke curl around his fingertips.
Below, when everyone saw three helicopters in the sky simultaneously illuminating Huahua, countless youths were stirred up.
