These two individuals, one an old fox sly and cunning, the other a young fox calculating and sharp.
It was not until Long Zaitian brought him to a spacious meeting room that he saw the dimly lit room filled with hundreds of people, all dressed in custom-made outfits provided by the CIA, each wearing a Totem insignia on their arms, an impressive sight. It seemed that Elder Long was truly serious.
As Long Zaitian stepped forward, Lin Zifeng remained silent.
However, the hundreds below immediately stood up, each with a piercing gaze, as if they had undergone some special training.
This piqued Lin Zifeng's interest, considering how these untamed experts hidden in Zhonghai City, just a few days ago, now resembled a formal army.
However, Lin Zifeng also took careful note that the number of people who had participated in the selection competition a few days back seemed to have decreased from four hundred.
It appeared that quite a few had left midway.