Urban All-Round Master

Capítulo 1200: Chapter 1234: Wang Xiaomin’s Invitation

Watching the handsome guy strut around Nangong Bing, looking all cute and cuddly.

It scared the person standing by the staircase so much that their legs went weak.

After all, Lin Zifeng clearly remembered the fierce power of the handsome guy last night. If the Dark Angel was terrifying, then the handsome guy was definitely much more terrifying than the Dark Angel used to be. Lin Zifeng wasn’t sure who was more powerful.

However, he secretly guessed that if the handsome guy fought the Dark Angel, the outcome wasn’t certain.

But now he knew that the handsome guy had once battled the Dark Angel and only lost by one move.

Now, the Dark Angel had broken into the First Layer Heaven of the Sub-Saint Realm, converting vital energy into primordial energy, and had already formed an elemental power seed within.

Terrifying to the extreme!

Yet, the origins of the handsome guy were even more terrifying. If it were ten years earlier, the Holy War Angel meeting the handsome guy, it would be hard to say who would win. Later, the handsome guy was injured, his cultivation plummeted, and that’s why they say even a mighty tiger falls from grace when off its peak—a phrase that can’t keep going, or else Huahua will spill the beans about the handsome guy’s secrets…

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you just standing there? Aren’t you going to have breakfast?” Nangong Bing glanced at him, feeling that ever since they got their marriage certificate, he was getting all dramatic, like a little girl.

“No, no. You go ahead. I have something to take care of outside. I’ll join you for a meal later.” Catching the handsome guy’s gaze, Lin Zifeng shrank his neck. He thought to himself, you damn dog, wait till my cultivation skyrockets, see if I don’t knock out your teeth! Even biting would be exhausting!

Watching Lin Zifeng leave, Nangong Bing pouted, her eyes flickering. She shook her head and picked up a piece of bread to feed the handsome guy, “Do you think all men have this marriage phobia? Before they get it, they act all sorts of ways, but once they have it, they feel there’s no excitement anymore. Is every man like this?”

The handsome guy let out a series of howls in agreement.

Which made her giggle…

Just as he left the villa, Black Hawk’s call came in.

“Lin Bro, we’ve found Fang Yizheng’s whereabouts, but…”

On the other end, Black Hawk paused a couple of times.

“But what?” Lin Zifeng’s brow furrowed. When Black Hawk was taking down the Martial Arts Alliance, he had specifically instructed not to trouble Fang Yizheng, who was something of a mentor and figure to Lin Zifeng.

Once a teacher, always a father.

In fact, Lin Zifeng had known for a long time that it was Fang Yizheng, but because of the conflict with the Martial Arts Alliance, he didn’t dare to ask Fang Yizheng directly. Given Fang Yizheng’s character, he wouldn’t admit it anyway.

After all, the Ancient Martial Tai Chi school could not be passed on to others, nor could one take disciples. Fang Yizheng had been under immense pressure to not let Ancient Martial Tai Chi die out and had taught Lin Zifeng.

“He… he’s already left Zhonghai and is unwilling to join our Nantian Gang.” Black Hawk was silent for a long time. The task Lin Zifeng had given him wasn’t accomplished, and he was somewhat embarrassed.

“That’s fine. After all, he was once close to Long Zaitian of the Martial Arts Alliance, asking him to join us is impossible. Let him be.” Lin Zifeng took a long breath.

After all, he had helped him.

One shouldn’t forget their roots, a little help should be repaid a thousandfold.

“But…” Black Hawk considered something different from Lin Zifeng. “Lin Bro, Fang Yizheng leaving like this, will he pose a threat to our Nantian Gang in the future?”

“Yingzi, not everyone has ill intentions, don’t worry. Though I haven’t spent long with him, I know his character well, he wouldn’t do such a thing. Besides, an old man nearing his seventies; when he has such a chance, wouldn’t he enjoy family life rather than continue opposing us? If he had the energy, why not do something else?” Lin Zifeng patiently said.

Black Hawk, being a Southeast Asian Chinese, didn’t really understand the martial arts world; his suspicions were out of concern for Lin Zifeng.

“Alright, go ahead with your work, I just want to find a place to relax.” After hanging up, Lin Zifeng put his hands in his pockets, suddenly feeling a sense of emptiness.

As if something was missing?

But he couldn’t tell what it was.

Now, the Martial Arts Alliance, the Ability Society, the Dragon Roar Gang, the Dongchen Association, the Northern Tianhong Gang, the Heavenly Gate… all the major forces had been swept away by the Nantian Gang. In just half a year, he had faced life-and-death crises over and over. Now, suddenly relaxed, he was really a bit unaccustomed to it.

Standing at the crossroads, watching people come and go, his heart felt inexplicably sad…

“Grandpa, Grandpa, I’m your grandson, Grandpa, answer the phone, Grandpa…”

Suddenly, the Samsung phone in his pocket exploded with sound!

Suddenly the fast-paced pedestrians all turned their eyes on him.

Feeling awkward, Lin Zifeng quickly took out his phone and ended the call. Cursing who had changed his ringtone to such a dreaded style.

Once he corrected the ringtone, the phone rang again.

Seeing the screen, it turned out to be Wang Xiaomin calling!

This really puzzled Lin Zifeng. Originally, he had no significant relationship with Wang Xiaomin. If he had to name it, it was a f-buddy relationship.

The kind of relationship where nothing actually happened.

In the hospital, Lin Zifeng saw a man holding her hand, which from a general perspective, indicated a deep connection. Whatever it was, Lin Zifeng didn’t know, nor did he want to know.

F-buddies are nothing more than mutual consent, and then you walk away like nothing happened.

Unexpectedly, she actually called with the number hastily left that day.

Out of human decency, Lin Zifeng felt he shouldn’t continue meeting new people. If he did, he would really feel sorry for Empress Dowager.

But—it became a game of cat and mouse with calls continuing, forcing Lin Zifeng to eventually pick up.

“Do you remember me?”

“I remember.”

“Guess who I am.”

“China’s best f-buddy.” Lin Zifeng said helplessly, realizing his slip that left the other silent for two seconds. He quickly opened his eyes wide to explain, “Uh, I mean! China’s best friend relationship! I misspoke, don’t mind it, hehe…”

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