Looking into Lin Fan's icy gaze, Yang Feng felt a chill run up his spine, as if he were being stared down by a ruthless beast that could take his life at any moment!
In a panic, Yang Feng instinctively reached for the handgun at his waist.
"I told you before, don't play with guns in front of me, or the consequences will be dire!" Lin Fan glanced at Yang Feng's hand, spoke calmly, and continued to leisurely exhale smoke through his cigarette.
Yang Feng hesitated for a moment and slowly withdrew his hand.
Faced with someone like Lin Fan, even Yang Feng, who had once won the special forces competition, was nothing more than a paper tiger!
Yang Feng forced an awkward smile and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I was impulsive."
Lin Fan checked his watch and said, "My time is tight. I'll give you half an hour. Speak freely."
Yang Feng didn't dare delay, hastily took out a voice recorder, and said, "I hope Mr. Lin doesn't mind me recording our conversation."
