"Wu Xiaofan! Looks like you really want to win some money, huh? Coming this early! We agreed to meet at eight, and it's not even seven-thirty yet..." Seeing the target had already arrived, Lin Feng didn't have time to persuade Ye Lin to retreat. With his hand behind his back, Lin Feng made a retreat gesture towards Ye Lin and directly approached the group of men in black with sunglasses.
Two special police officers disguised as Longfeng Martial Hall security guards held batons as they moved close to Lin Feng, taking a stance to protect him while looking somewhat nervous.
"Lin Feng, our young master is in a bad mood today and doesn't want to waste words with you!" The person standing next to "Wu Xiaofan," Guo Zi, said in a deep voice to Lin Feng, "Here's three million in cash. Would you like to verify it?"
