Watching her walk away step by step, her figure gradually fading into distance, Feng Yi finally let out a breath. He didn't know if the brawny lie of the Strength Pill could fool this foolish girl. Anyway, he himself didn't possess such gimmicks found only in martial arts novels.
John looked deeply troubled. During dinner, Feng Yi finally told him how he got the information. If he didn't speak, John might suffer from heartache.
After listening, even John couldn't help but gasp at the riveting storytelling. "Damn, the legion commander is truly a talent. Who could handle this?" But he kept giving Feng Yi thumbs up, saying, "Brilliant, Commander, truly brilliant."
"Why does this scene look so familiar?" Feng Yi asked, seeming quite pleased with himself. Laughing, he said, "I am indeed impressive." But quickly he added, "This matter is significant, John, make sure you keep this under wraps."
