"Speak!"
Liu Chen looked at the old man, feeling curious about what exactly he wanted him to do. This old man seemed quite mysterious, but Liu Chen was sure of one thing: the old man didn't seem like someone who intended to harm him.
"Within a year, you must establish a new organization!"
"Um... are you saying I need to start a mission hall?"
Liu Chen muttered to himself, looking at him curiously, then spoke timidly.
"Old man, why is this? You're insisting that I set up a mission hall!"
"Sigh... I'll be honest with you, there's a personal vendetta involved. To be blunt, I want to use your hand to suppress some people, what do you think?"
The old man said cheerfully, Liu Chen smiled and then replied.
"I'm the kind of person who likes dealing with straightforward people. I agree to this task. Don't worry about a year; once I solve this issue, I'll compete with them properly!"
