After leaving Yan Qingcheng's office.
Lin Zifeng suddenly realized something and slapped his forehead hard.
"Damn it, I came to find some documents, but ended up..."
After all this time, he hadn't found the documents and ended up causing this ridiculous mess.
Damn it, next time I come to find documents, I'll have to sneak in quietly.
Lin Zifeng was extremely frustrated and took out a cigarette from his pocket, just lighting it up.
At this moment, the phone in his pocket started ringing.
He picked it up and saw a message from the Martial Arts Alliance, urging Lin Zifeng to hurry over.
The name displayed was Long Zaitian's.
"Old bastards, sooner or later I'll destroy your Martial Arts Alliance," Lin Zifeng muttered, sneering with a cold laugh. A sinister flash crossed his stern face—
The Martial Arts Alliance was using Lin Zifeng, and he was well aware of it.
