"Heh, heh, who said you were toiling for nothing?"
Long Zaitian chuckled, just about to reach out to stroke his beard, only to find his arm aching terribly, unable to lift it at all.
Last night that damn dog barged into the Martial Arts Alliance, it didn't take his life, but left him quite injured.
"So what does Master Long mean...? I don't seem to quite understand..."
Lin Zifeng asked with a smile. Although he was smiling, his heart was bleeding. If he hadn't forcibly controlled his emotions, he really suspected he might tear this old man apart.
"The people upstairs require you to complete a new task. If you can complete this task, our Martial Arts Alliance will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for the Twelve Eagles' corpses."
Long Zaitian said with a sinister smile.
This sudden task, if Lin Zifeng manages to complete it, who knows if he would really hand over the Twelve Eagles' corpses; no one can fathom his intentions.
