Urban All-Round Master

Capítulo 1205: Chapter 1239: Talent Pavilion Partnership (Monthly Ticket)

“That’s Fusang! Not the martial arts world. Are you sure you can ensure your own safety if you go? How can you trust even the Nightmare Masters?” Zhang Mengjie outright rejected Lin Zifeng’s idea.

Moreover, she wasn’t very familiar with that Monet Yun. If Lin Zifeng went to Fusang this time, he might face dangers far greater than in the martial arts world!

No matter what, Zhang Mengjie couldn’t put aside her concerns for Lin Zifeng’s safety, and she decided not to let him go.

“Don’t worry, I’m like a cockroach; how could I die so easily?” Lin Zifeng smiled.

He had already made up his mind. He had to go to Fusang this time. As long as the Tianhong Gang remained, it was a hurdle in his heart, a barrier he couldn’t overcome.

Each time the Tianhong Gang made a hit, not only would the Huayu Group be doomed, but even the Tianyu Group would be at constant risk.

This was already a sufficient threat to him.

“No! The current strength of the Nantian Gang isn’t strong enough. Just defending Zhonghai is quite impressive. You want to run all the way to Fusang? Do you think it’s as safe as Zhonghai?” Zhang Mengjie was absolutely unwilling.

“Do you really not believe that I, Lin Zifeng, can succeed?” Lin Zifeng opened his arms and pulled her slender waist into an embrace, softly blowing warm air to her ear.

This kind of physical contact between different sexes was enough to make one’s body uneasy and restless.

Zhang Mengjie suddenly broke away from his embrace and said, head held high, “No way! If you’re going, you’re taking me with you!”

Zhang Mengjie was adamant about not letting Lin Zifeng go to Fusang alone.

“Don’t be silly. You’ll only get in my way if you go. Do you think you’ll be of any help? You should be supporting me in going to Fusang, not behaving like a nagging woman, tying my hands.” Lin Zifeng was puzzled.

He himself didn’t find it dangerous; did she really think it was?

“But…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Lin Zifeng’s lips had already pressed down heavily, firmly against her fragrant lips, as his hands climbed like vines, squeezing tightly, and his tongue entwined with warmth~

“Don’t worry. I, Lin Zifeng, have a big fate; there are many things waiting for me to handle. How could I die so easily? Besides, I have a trump card in my hands this time. I won’t be at a disadvantage in Fusang.”

“Trump card? What trump card?” Zhang Mengjie’s moist eyes locked onto his.

“Hehe, a trump card is naturally a secret. Would it still be a trump card if I told you?” Lin Zifeng’s cold lips curled into a slight arc, gently brushing her nose: “Since Monet Yun has already sent intelligence, it seems I have to meet someone tomorrow.”

“Who?!”

Zhang Mengjie’s eyes widened suddenly. She was desperate to know who this person was that Lin Zifeng spoke of.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to truly feel at ease.

“Don’t ask. Knowing too much won’t do you any good.” Lin Zifeng shrugged and then prepared to leave, briefly pausing to say, “I might be heading to Fusang in these next two days. I’m counting on you to take care of Huayu Group’s matters. Sorry for the trouble.”

After saying that, Lin Zifeng’s last brilliant smile was frozen in Zhang Mengjie’s eyes.

Because this time, Lin Zifeng was heading to Fusang, where he would face unprecedented and enormous threats!

“Everyone, gather in the conference room!”

After Lin Zifeng left, Zhang Mengjie felt uneasy and gathered all the top members of the Nantian Gang into the conference room to start a comprehensive strategy. She realized she couldn’t persuade Lin Zifeng anymore, so she decided to have a good talk with the brothers about safety strategies after going to Fusang…

While the strategy discussion was underway, Lin Zifeng had quietly returned home.

Still the same handsome guy, without much change. He didn’t have the energy to manage that Pekingese, facing instead a greater challenge and locking himself in his room, quietly cultivating.

Trying his best to elevate his cultivation to a more refined level, knowing that once he set foot in Fusang, it wouldn’t be as safe as Zhonghai.

If a major conflict broke out with the Tianhong Gang, without decisive strength, he wouldn’t be able to protect those around him.

Historically, Fusang had always been considered a peculiar one among martial arts worlds.

Ninja, Nightmare Masters, the Tianhong Gang, and countless organizations abound.

…

The next evening, Lin Zifeng, who had been in his room since returning yesterday, finally came out and headed swiftly in the direction of a certain dock in Zhonghai.

The sea breeze howled, at the end of the quiet dock, an elder stood there for a long time against the wind.

Seeing Lin Zifeng’s arrival, he was evidently pleased and let out a wry smile, “You’re here.”

“Yes.” Lin Zifeng nodded and said, “I’ve agreed to cooperate with your Talent Pavilion.”

Silently, in the past half month, Meng Chanji had approached him no less than five times, showing utmost sincerity in hoping to collaborate with Lin Zifeng’s Nantian Gang.

In fact, Lin Zifeng was well aware that with the strength of Meng Chanji, combined with the power behind him, there was absolutely no need for collaboration with the Nantian Gang.

The reason the Nantian Gang still existed in Zhonghai was entirely due to Meng Chanji’s backing. Without the Talent Pavilion, the Nantian Gang would cease to exist.

In other words, the Nantian Gang was essentially cultivated single-handedly by Meng Chanji of the Talent Pavilion.

Since the day Lin Zifeng returned to the country, Meng Chanji had taken notice of him. Subsequently, a series of events led to the outrageous actions taken by the eccentric of the Martial Arts Alliance, forcing Meng Chanji to eliminate Long Zaitian!

“There’s something I’m not sure if I should ask?” Lin Zifeng looked up and locked his eyes on him.

“Oh?! What is it?” Meng Chanji glanced at him, smilingly asked, “Are you curious about why our Talent Pavilion wants to cooperate with your Nantian Gang?”

“Yes!” Lin Zifeng nodded, “Indeed, as you said, with the Talent Pavilion’s strength, there’s seemingly no need to collaborate with our Nantian Gang, right?”

“What if I said my objective is the same as Long Zaitian from the former Martial Arts Alliance?”

Meng Chanji smiled, approached him with hands behind his back, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, “The martial arts world needs you!”

The martial arts world needs me? Does simply this sentence want to capture my heart?

Lin Zifeng sneered internally.

Although he didn’t know why Meng Chanji did so much, Lin Zifeng was clear that nowadays, without a good reason, it’s impossible to help others without purpose. Everyone has their own ends in mind.

“I know what you’re thinking. Do you think the Talent Pavilion, having done so much for you, is expecting something in return? No, you’re wrong. We at Talent Pavilion don’t expect anything from you. If the Talent Pavilion wanted anything, would it be difficult for you?”