At the banquet, Zhang Sanfeng called Lin Chen out.
"Do you have something for me, Mr. Zhang?" Lin Chen asked curiously.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Lin Chen with some apology, "Indeed, there's a bit of trouble."
"Is someone unhappy with you taking me to the martial arts tournament?" Lin Chen laughed.
Zhang Sanfeng gave Lin Chen a meaningful look, "You're very clever. Yes, indeed, someone is unhappy, and they have already come to us."
Lin Chen smiled faintly, "Then I'll beat him until he's convinced."
He definitely had to go to the World Martial Arts Tournament. Although Ah Shi told him it was dangerous there, Lin Chen also knew there would be news of Xiaohua, so he would not give up.
Hearing Lin Chen's confident words, Zhang Sanfeng nodded, "Haha, I knew I wasn't wrong about you, I like it."
Lin Chen asked calmly, "Who is it that came?"
Zhang Sanfeng said, "He's a Shaolin disciple called Wuchi!"
Wuchi!
Just from the name, one could tell this guy is crazy about martial arts.
