"Li Feng, come out here," someone cried.
"Li, if you've got the guts, face me in a duel. Today, it's either you or me, not both! Century Group belongs to this young master, you shameless freeloader…!"
"Feng, President Bai."
"It seems like Chen Muyang is drunk and acting crazy, should we...?"
"Acting crazy?"
If it weren't for the previous sixth sense of danger from being targeted, Li Feng would have believed it. But Chen Muyang showed up neither early nor late, precisely at this moment, cursing outside and challenging him to a face-off.
Bai He turned to look at Li Feng, "Feng, isn't Chen Muyang trying to lure the snake out of the hole?"
Li Feng curled his lips up in a cold smirk, "Heh, whether he is or not, since he's willingly jumped out, then all the better."
"Feng, you can't go out there, they could have a sniper."
"I know."
Li Feng beckoned Bai He and whispered in his ear, then patted him on the shoulder, "Do as I said."
