Feng Lin saw Xiu Ke and revealed a faint smile; it seemed his guess wasn't wrong.
It was indeed him.
"So it was you who sent those people just now."
Feng Lin smiled as he walked over to the window and said, "I've already called the police."
"Don't talk nonsense, I have no idea what you're talking about."
Xiu Ke rolled up the car window, and the car sped away.
Feng Lin didn't plan on fussing over the small fry.
He put his hands in his pockets and turned back to look at Han Meimei, "Let's find a place to rest for a bit."
"As you say," Han Meimei nodded.
Eventually, the two of them headed to the back mountain and casually found a quiet place to sit and wait.
Feng Lin leaned against a large tree, closing his eyes in contemplation.
To deal with the Tan Tai Family or the Shadow Tribe, Chi Jinghong's strength was indispensable.
However, there was a critical problem at the moment.
That was the relationship between Feng Lin and Chi Jinghong.
