Fang Cheng turned around and looked at the excited high-level officials of the True Thought Society.
"Had a fight just now, quite draining."
He touched his stomach and said casually:
"I'm still a bit hungry, I wonder if the food upstairs has gotten cold?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Hongxin froze for a moment, then suddenly understood.
He quickly tossed his cane aside, then slapped his thigh vigorously, saying repeatedly:
"Not cold! Not cold! Even if it is, I'll immediately have the kitchen prepare another table!"
Zheng Hongxin's old face was brimming with a radiant smile as he bent over with great respect, raising his hand to invite:
"Chairman Fang, this way please! We'll continue in the private lounge upstairs; this meal today is on me as a warm welcome for you."
Standing to the side, Wu Yingshan's pretty eyes shimmered.
She looked at Fang Cheng's handsome and elegant face, recalling how he had casually crushed weapons and slaughtered S-Class powerhouses with a brutal grace.
