"Heh, heh, who said you were toiling for nothing?"
Long Zaitian chuckled, just about to reach out to stroke his beard, only to find his arm aching terribly, unable to lift it at all.
Last night that damn dog barged into the Martial Arts Alliance, it didn’t take his life, but left him quite injured.
"So what does Master Long an...? I don’t seem to quite understand..."
Lin Zifeng asked with a smile. Although he was smiling, his heart was bleeding. If he hadn’t forcibly controlled his emotions, he really suspected he might tear this old man apart.
"The people upstairs require you to complete a new task. If you can complete this task, our Martial Arts Alliance will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for the Twelve Eagles’ corpses."
Long Zaitian said with a sinister smile.
This sudden task, if Lin Zifeng manages to complete it, who knows if he would really hand over the Twelve Eagles’ corpses; no one can fathom his intentions.
"Old Master Long, you keep playing gas with , don’t you get tired? If your Martial Arts Alliance can’t help , I’ll find them myself. Why bother? Why make things so complicated, don’t you find it gives you a headache?"
Lin Zifeng said bluntly: "If Old Master Long you’re unwilling to help , then fine, I won’t trouble your Martial Arts Alliance anymore. I will get my brother’s corpse back myself."
After saying all this, Long Zaitian was rely exploiting Lin Zifeng, squeezing out all the possible value from him.
Then he finds so random excuse to send him on a mission, clearly sending Lin Zifeng to his doom.
"Lin boy, what kind of talk is that? Do you think I, Long Zaitian, am that sort of person?"
"Oh?! Isn’t that the case?" Lin Zifeng was ready to fall out with him.
Nowadays, he wasn’t the Lin Zifeng who had returned to the country to be pushed around.
"Lin boy, you must know that your situation is different now. Dark Angel used to protect you, but as far as I know, since Dark Angel last appeared, they’ve gone silent. If I’m not mistaken, Dark Angel might have already left Zhonghai, right? Without our Martial Arts Alliance, do you know how many people want you dead?"
"Old Master Long, you are truly hilarious. Do you think that I, Lin Zifeng, would be a pushover without Dark Angel’s protection, for anyone to trample on?"
Lin Zifeng coldly stared at his unpredictable face.
Waving his hand, his voice icy cold: "Old Master Long, since you can’t help with this matter, I can only take action myself. If you still doubt my ability, then we’ll just have to wait and see."
"You..."
With that, under Long Zaitian’s unpredictable gaze, Lin Zifeng waved with a smile, face solemn and swiftly left the tea room...
That’s the kind of person Lin Zifeng is, since he’s already given them enough face, if they still stubbornly refuse to hand over the Twelve Eagles’ corpses, he’ll have no choice but to defeat the Heavenly Gate.
Because... he has no other option!
After a long pause—
Long Zaitian’s unpredictable face finally eased.
"With Dark Angel gone from Zhonghai, do you think there’s still anyone who can protect you?"
"Bang...!"
The crystal table was slamd into powder...
...
The next day...
Around eleven in the morning, Lin Zifeng brought a group to demand the Thirteen Eagles’ corpses!
The final fierce battle!
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