(Thanks to Three-Inch God, First Heart God, and Shattering Soil God for their generous reward of ten thousand Book Coins)
"Haha, you're the fool, not me." Lin Zifeng's facial muscles twitched, and he smiled before turning away.
"Mr. Lin, I hope we can have a good talk?"
Hawke Martin was not angry. He stepped forward courteously, glancing at Nangong Bing in the car.
"I have nothing to discuss with you." Lin Zifeng ignored him, got in the car, and quickly left the scene, leaving Hawke Martin extending his hand with a helpless, bitter smile on his face.
"Young master, should we get rid of that kid?"
At this moment, an elderly man in a suit approached from outside the Rolls-Royce, suggesting the idea.
"No need. It adds flavor to the situation. Without competition, even if you win, there's no sense of achievement."
Hawke Martin smiled, watching the car drive away. He didn't feel disappointed...
"Aren't you curious about who he is?"
