1169 First-Hand Pain

His every word was like a super heavy bomb that stunned Guo Chunfeng and the Secret Sword Agents who were eavesdropping on the conversation in the booth nearby.

"Should—should we interrupt their conversation?" one of the assistants stammered.

"Of course not!" Guo Chunfeng roared. "Do you not understand what he means? The Patriots Partnership still have remnants out there! Organized remnants!

"But that doesn't seem right. Even if there are still organized remnants and they need a new leader, he has no reason to tell us. Moreover, Ding Lingdang doesn't look fit to be a leader of the Patriots Partnership. What does he mean? What does he mean exactly?"

Even Guo Chunfeng, Abyss, was dumbfounded.

Ding Lingdang was even more shocked. She could not help but let loose of her hands, which were grabbing Lu Zui's collar. After a long daze, she burst into fury. "Old fart, what's wrong with you?