Li Feng shook his head. Thinking too much at the moment is useless; in the end, strength speaks louder than words.
No matter who the opponent is, this time he must take first place.
The next day.
Knock, knock, knock.
Li Feng's room door was knocked on. Wearing a bathrobe, Li Feng opened the door and looked at Tie Xuan outside: "Are you completely recovered?"
Tie Xuan nodded: "Yeah, just had a good sleep and I'm fine."
"Old Hua just called, saying there's a last-minute change in schedule, and we need to meet in a conference hall at the Century Hotel at ten o'clock."
"Oh, did they say what it's about?"
"Seems like they're going to draw lots to arrange the match list in advance," Tie Xuan said.
"Your hand?"
"It's nothing, just some minor injuries. Wait for me here for a moment, I'll go change clothes." Li Feng turned back to his bedroom, and a moment later, after changing clothes, he came to the living room.
"Let's go, we need to head to the conference hall."
