"I can let you meet Beicheng Feng."
"But...!"
Li Feng's tone shifted: "Help me with something. Don't be so tense. I'm not asking you to kill or commit arson. It's just a small task for you."
Then Li Feng smiled faintly as he stated his request.
Beicheng Xue looked up and stared at Li Feng, as if trying to see through him and understand what tricks he was playing.
"I'll be waiting for you here."
"When you come back, you can have a video call with your brother Beicheng Feng. I keep my promises."
Li Feng turned around and sat back on the deck chair.
Beicheng Xue frowned slightly, unable to grasp what the other party really wanted. What Li Feng said earlier had disturbed his mind a bit.
The Lin Family's internal conflict, his own brother serving this man—the news bombarded him like a series of explosions, making it impossible to stay calm.
But he didn't hesitate for long and quickly turned around to leave.
Li Feng watched as Beicheng Xue headed out, a slight smile on his lips.
