Feng Lin hadn't expected that an Endless Member's family would collude with Tianqi's people to kill him.
Even if the man didn't scream, Feng Lin would force him to.
Chi Qiaoqiao and Wen Mo sat quietly on either side of Feng Lin, waiting.
"Dad, come save me, I'm at home, someone wants to kill me!"
Liu Cong shouted into the phone, "Hurry up!"
After he spoke, he hung up the phone and glared at Feng Lin with malice: "You just wait, my dad will be here soon."
"Cut the crap, I never planned to leave."
Feng Lin crossed his legs arrogantly and took out the potion that Wen Mo had given him earlier.
He remembered that Chi Jinghong once encountered a similar potion and was almost backstabbed by his own men.
It seemed that this member of Tianqi had connections with the Dark Cult.
Before long, the presence of someone in the Tempering Realm appeared in Feng Lin's perception.
In just a few dozen seconds, a tremor came from the courtyard outside.
"Son!"