"You should go down the mountain and seize the opportunity, and leave the rest to me."
"If it's unavoidable, promise me and your master not to come back. Seek revenge for us later."
Chen Feng remembered this when the Third Elder woke up.
Without hesitation, he decisively descended the mountain that day.
The black sedan thus left the Mountain Gate, with two people sitting in the front row.
The driver was Zhao Tingxiao, and Cao Tong was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Senior brother, are we really going to Songhe Style?"
Zhao Tingxiao asked curiously, somewhat unsure of his purpose for going there.
In contrast, Cao Tong had some guesses and insisted on following even with a limp.
"Of course we are going."
With a calm tone, Chen Feng looked out the window.
"Some debts need to be collected."
He would not forget how Songhe Style, affiliated with Flying Dragon, had attacked them multiple times, pushing them to lethal limits.
Besides that.
