848 Martial Arts Conference

"Don't be on guard."

Just as Jing Fei finished speaking, a pleasant voice sounded. Following that, a figure appeared in front of Jing Fei.

He was donning a tuxedo, holding a cane, and wearing a top hat. He had a classic Western look. It was Nicholas!

Nicholas's face was as pale as usual, except for his red lips. He took off his top hat and bowed politely to Jing Fei before standing up. He held his cane with both hands and said in Chinese with an accent, "Fei, for Xiang's sake, I won't make things difficult for you juniors."

Jing Fei: "…"

Nicholas casually pulled out a chair and sat on it with his legs crossed. He lazily said, "I'm just passing on a message for those old farts. Fei, aren't you going to prepare some drinks for me?"

"…"

Jing Fei could only ask his subordinate to get it. His subordinate said trembling, "Mr. Nicholas, do you want tea or coffee?"