"You may not know me, so let me introduce myself. My name is Wu Tong, just a small fry, but I also have a nickname called Nangong Changhe. Those familiar with me call me Master Nangong."
Ling Zhenfei felt a surge of anger rise in his heart upon hearing this person's words. He had forgotten the name Wu Tong, but the title Master Nangong left a deep impression on him. Initially, as Du Kongting's strategist, plan after plan was intricately linked, almost burying him alive and nearly allowing Du Kongting to take over Lin's Group. The influence those plans had on the produce from Xishan Manor was still present, which added fuel to his rage.
"So you are Master Nangong. I thought Master Nangong would definitely be an old man in his seventies or eighties. I didn't expect you weren't close to death yet."
As Ling Zhenfei was angry, his words naturally weren't pleasant. Had this encounter happened elsewhere, he might have resorted to violence immediately.
