"President."
The sound of singing mingled with voices created a noisy din inside the hall. A man in a suit quickly walked up to Lin's father, bent down and whispered in his ear, "Both the front and back doors of New World have been sealed off by a large number of troops, no one is allowed to leave."
Lin's father furrowed his brow and said, "Understood."
Lin Yue glanced over but did not ask further. Although the hall was quite noisy, with his keen hearing, he still caught the words spoken by his father's secretary.
"President Lin."
The short, fat, bald man sitting at the nearby table had obviously also received the news. He spoke in a lowered voice, "This Marshal Lu is so domineering, I fear his appetite is not small. Does President Lin know if Old Master Zhou has any arrangements?"
President Lin replied softly, "Don't worry, Old Master Zhou is a renowned figure in the Southwest and has personally come here. Naturally, he's confident."
"Indeed, indeed."
