"Little ancestor Keke, do you think I can draw as many talismans as I want? This stuff also consumes a lot of physical energy. We'll talk about it another day."
Lin Feng refused without thinking.
He was afraid that Luo Keke would become addicted and keep asking him for them.
If that happened, it would be too much!
"Little Linzi, why are you so stingy? Will it kill you to give this Keke another one?"
"I'm not friends with you anymore, this Keke is angry!"
Luo Keke put on a wronged look, crossed her arms, and ignored Lin Feng.
"Suit yourself, I'm tired, I'm going back to my room to rest."
Lin Feng was indeed a bit tired. He had just finished playing cards with Tang Wan and needed to recuperate.
Back in his room, he closed the door and sat cross-legged on the ground, entering his cultivation state.
Outside, several girls chattered non-stop, but Lin Feng couldn't be bothered to listen.
Meanwhile, at the Dragon Group on the other side.
Qilin was convening a meeting with several high-ranking officials of the Dragon Group.
"Everyone, you should have all heard the news that Lin Feng is not dead, right?"
Qilin's expression was grave. Ever since Ling Feiyan had reported the matter to him, he hadn't slept well for several nights.
"Boss, this matter is my fault. I underestimated Lin Feng."
Long Tou, the boss of the Dark Group, blamed himself.
"It's good that you know! Now Lin Feng is very hostile towards our Dragon Group. Once he targets the Dragon Group, you all know the consequences better than I do!"
Qilin slammed the table and stood up.
Ling Feiyan frowned, not understanding: "Boss, even if Lin Feng is Lin Qilang, the King of Mercenaries, so what? Should our Dragon Group be afraid of him?"
"Feiyan, you are still too young. Do you know what the name Lin Qilang represents?"
"He is the king of the mercenary world. It's no exaggeration to say that as long as Lin Feng is willing, with one word from him, mercenaries from all over the world will flock to him!"
"He is a god in the mercenary world, not an ordinary person!"
Qilin reminded her sternly.
Ling Feiyan still didn't believe Lin Feng was as exaggerated as Qilin described.
Even though she already knew some of Lin Feng's deeds, in her opinion, there were many people more powerful than Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was just a powerful mercenary. How much more formidable could he be than the world's number one assassin, Death God?
Death God was the founder of the Underworld Hall and her lifelong idol.
Just like the saying in the industry, "Below Death God, there are no gods; Death God opens the gate to hell where there is no door!"
This was the highest praise for Death God, and what countless assassins yearned to achieve.
Little did they know, Lin Feng's other identity was the world's number one assassin, Death God.
"Alright, everyone should focus on how to appease Lin Feng. Our Dragon Group doesn't have to win him over, but we absolutely cannot make an enemy like him!"
Qilin sat back in his seat and threw the problem to the others present.
"The one who tied the bell must untie it. I think this matter can only be handled by Feiyan. As long as she is willing to apologize to Lin Feng, I believe Lin Feng can forgive us."
Qing Long suggested.
"Impossible, I will never apologize to him."
"If I must apologize, I would rather choose to resign!"
Ling Feiyan's attitude was firm. Recalling the scene of Lin Feng spanking her last time, she felt immense shame.
Qilin sighed, knowing Ling Feiyan's stubborn and proud nature, and didn't force the issue.
"What about Yang Ming? Isn't Yang Ming Tang Wan's relative? Tang Wan is very close to Lin Feng now. How about him intervening?"
Qilin inquired.
"We can try, but it's best not to reveal Lin Feng's true identity to Yang Ming. This guy has a big mouth, and I'm worried about leaks."
Qing Long nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then let's leave it at that. You brief Yang Ming. If he can resolve this matter, I will promote him!"
Qilin made the decision, as it was the last resort.
Soon, Yang Ming received instructions from Qing Long.
When Yang Ming learned that Qing Long wanted him to mediate the relationship between Lin Feng and the Dragon Group, he refused.
However, upon hearing that he could be promoted if he handled the matter well, Yang Ming agreed without a second thought.
"Boss Qing Long, don't worry, Lin Feng will give me face. I'll definitely handle it perfectly!"
As soon as Yang Ming finished his assurance, he started contacting Lin Feng.
Lin Feng received Yang Ming's call and smiled, "What? Calling me, do you want me to treat your illness?"
"Brother Lin Feng, my illness is not urgent. I just want to invite you to a meal. Do I have this honor?"
Yang Ming asked with a smile, trying to probe.
"Oh, then you don't have this honor!"
Lin Feng's reply was so direct that Yang Ming was somewhat at a loss.
He had been rejected, rejected so completely?