"I choose cooperation," Herman said, gasping for breath.
"You're a smart person," Ren Feng stood up, picked up Herman's phone from the table, and recorded the number.
"I'll call you again when the time comes. Also, happy cooperation."
Ren Feng put on his coat and hat and walked out of the tavern, leaving behind a chaotic scene inside.
Herman gasped for breath, watching Ren Feng's departing figure. There was a look of struggle in his eyes, and after a long while, a defeated expression appeared on his face.
He had no choice but to do as Ren Feng said.
Ren Feng left the tavern, got on the subway, and returned to the Manhattan District.
As he emerged from the subway, there were many foreigners on the street, most of whom were white.
While walking on the street, Ren Feng received a phone call.
"Hello." Ren Feng took out the phone.
"Haha, Mr. Tang Long, hello." Lawrence's voice came from the phone.
"Young Master Lawrence," Ren Feng said with a smile.
