In the conference room, everyone fell into silence.
Lin Zifeng knew that the words had been spoken, and how to understand them was up to them.
After all, no matter how powerful the Nantian Gang was, facing the united attack of the three major forces in Fusang, victory was impossible even for the strong.
Even experts of the Sub-Saint Realm had emerged, who could stop them?
For a long time...
The conference room was already filled with a thick, deathly silence.
Zhang Mengjie saw this and hurried to ease the situation.
Leaning forward, she approached Lin Zifeng and whispered, "Lin Chanji is back; he wants you to come over."
"Okay, I see." Lin Zifeng nodded, then stood up, sighed at everyone, and finally turned to leave the conference room.
"You all come back with a sour face, and if it were me, I wouldn't be happy either."
Zhang Mengjie walked up to them, deliberately put on a stern face, reproaching them.
