"Brother Lin."
The conference room door was pushed open, and Shao Huo and Huo Zhengfeng walked in.
"How are you both feeling now?"
Lin Zifeng asked, activating his X-ray vision to carefully observe their physical conditions. He found that Shao Huo's illness was slightly more severe, while Huo Zhengfeng's sickness was significantly milder.
"My chronic illness is recovering very quickly. I estimate I'll be fully cured in a while." Huo Zhengfeng laughed, "Young Master Lin is unmatched in combat power, and even his healing abilities leave me in awe."
"Yes, yes, even my AIDS has improved a lot." At the mention of Lin Zifeng's healing abilities, Shao Huo got excited.
But a deep look from Lin Zifeng quickly frightened him.
If he hadn't made such a mistake back then, how could he have contracted AIDS?
And how could there have been so many unnecessary incidents?
"So, Shao Huo, how's your condition now?" Lin Zifeng asked.
