Very soon...
The door of the private room was pushed open.
A man with an extraordinary presence walked in from outside. Seeing Hai Zhilan slumped on the sofa like a drunken dog, the man's cold lips curled up into a smirk.
He walked over and sat on the sofa, gently lit a cigarette, and smoked face-to-face with Hai Zhilan...
Feeling someone's presence, the intoxicated Hai Zhilan slowly opened his eyes, seeing a vague silhouette through the slits of his eyelids.
"Hmph, trash is just trash, only able to soak in places like this." The man snorted disdainfully, insulting right in front of Hai Zhilan.
"Who are you?!" Hai Zhilan struggled to open his eyes wide, shook his head, and then got a clear look at the man's appearance.
"Don't ask who I am, but I can help you." Lin Zifeng smirked, squinting his eyes, taking a deep drag of smoke and exhaling slowly, letting the white smoke rings envelop his entire face, appearing extremely mysterious...
