Seeing Young Master Zhang's sinister gaze, Yu Shui's heart skipped a beat. He had a bad premonition.
"Young Master Zhang, is it really Lin Feng from Dragonlith City?"
Zhang Hui did not answer, but his silence was almost a tacit admission. For a moment, Yu Shui's face was as pale as a sheet. He had really miscalculated in one move and lost the entire game.
Actually, he was already very cautious. He had done some research on Yu Shan's situation beforehand. Although Yu Shan became a high-level martial artist, he had always stayed at the frontline and rarely returned home. What kind of place was the frontline? It was practically a slaughterhouse. Was that a place where Yu Shan could interfere?
Moreover, Yu Shui had also thought that even if Yu Shan had some good friends, as long as he was meticulous about doing it, those high-level martial artists could do nothing. After all, legally, Yu Shui's money had already been laundered and become legitimate.