Yang Guo took another puff of his cigar, sipped his red wine, and finally stopped laughing. Pointing at the young man in front of him, he really didn't know what to say. He'd encountered all sorts of things before but never expected to run into such a nutcase tonight. These… these fuckers are all insane.
Old Wang looked at Lin Feng, also feeling that the night's events were very unusual. He eyed Lin Feng carefully, wondering what gave the young man such confidence to say those things. Old Wang couldn't just believe he was a madman. Someone who could subtly enter the room without anyone being prepared couldn't be an ordinary person; he must be a master. But he's so young, no matter how formidable he is, how formidable could he be? With him in charge here, this young man is practically signing his own death warrant!
