"Hello, my surname is Lin, double wood Lin, Lin Junfu. You can call me Old Lin. May I know how to address you, brother?" The pace of his speech was light and slow, showing that Old Lin was not new to handling such situations.
"Ghost Face" glanced at Old Lin and then honestly said, "Zhao... Zhao... Huilong."
As expected, "Ghost Face" still spoke with an uneven breath, but compared to his earlier "dead" appearance, he was obviously much better now.
Seeing that "Ghost Face" was still in relatively good spirits, Old Lin felt a bit more at ease.
"Hehe~" with a friendly smile, Old Lin murmured "Ghost Face's" name to himself twice, and then shifted the topic, "Brother Zhao, these days... I suppose haven't been too easy for you."
Even though he knew that bringing up such a topic at this juncture might be a bit inappropriate, the situation forced Lin Junfu to be ruthlessly direct this time.
