"Hehe, Mr. Long, let's focus on the serious matter first," Lin Zifeng grimaced, unapologetically picking up the excellent cup of Longjing tea that Long Zaitian had just brewed himself, boasting a couple of times before starting to drink it.
So much so that Long Zaitian would have loved to slap this little bastard dead.
"Say, what exactly did you want to ask? If you're thinking about the Empire's secrets, I'm sorry, but I'm not telling you a damn thing."
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in that stuff. I just want to know how Hua Baijian really died. Moreover, as far as I know, it wasn't as simple as it appeared that night. I had already asked the Martial Arts Alliance to look into this matter. Mr. Long, you're not going to tell me you don't know, are you?"
Lin Zifeng said earnestly as he put down his teacup.