"What kind of sincerity do you want?"
The voice of the Black Dragon Association president came through the robot's loudspeaker.
"I think the current underground forces are a bit too stable; it would be better if it were more chaotic."
Lin Beichen picked up the teacup in front of him and savored a sip. As he swallowed it, Lin Beichen couldn't help but frown and curse inwardly.
"I really don't know what's so good about this tea, it's not as good as the Monkey King Jasmine I drank when I was a kid."
After about an hour, Lin Beichen finally left the headquarters of the Black Dragon Association.
After Lin Beichen left, the highest secretary-general of the Black Dragon Association entered the innermost room.
"Master, Mr. Lin has left."
"What do you think of him?"
The person referred to as Master sat in the dark boss chair, facing away from the door. Even though his back was to the secretary-general, from the moment he came in until he spoke, he never raised his head.
