"That's Fusang! Not the martial arts world. Are you sure you can ensure your own safety if you go? How can you trust even the Nightmare Masters?" Zhang Mengjie outright rejected Lin Zifeng's idea.
Moreover, she wasn't very familiar with that Monet Yun. If Lin Zifeng went to Fusang this time, he might face dangers far greater than in the martial arts world!
No matter what, Zhang Mengjie couldn't put aside her concerns for Lin Zifeng's safety, and she decided not to let him go.
"Don't worry, I'm like a cockroach; how could I die so easily?" Lin Zifeng smiled.
He had already made up his mind. He had to go to Fusang this time. As long as the Tianhong Gang remained, it was a hurdle in his heart, a barrier he couldn't overcome.
Each time the Tianhong Gang made a hit, not only would the Huayu Group be doomed, but even the Tianyu Group would be at constant risk.
This was already a sufficient threat to him.
