"It's the Martial Arts Association!" Lin Churan sat in the car, gave Chen Feng a white look, and said unhappily, "The Ming Yong you killed was the president of the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Association. Now that the matter has reached the headquarters, the senior management has already sent Inner Strength experts to take revenge on you!"
"So it's the Martial Arts Association huh? You should have said so earlier, you scared me." Upon hearing this, Chen Feng actually breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you an idiot? The Martial Arts Association has sent a Minor Grandmaster of Inner Strength this time, can you beat him?" Lin Churan rolled her eyes and asked.
Chen Feng thought for a moment and said, "Although I can't beat him, I'm not afraid."
"Keep boasting." Lin Churan retorted unhappily.
At this moment, the Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped on the road.
"Song?" Jiang Yingxue looked over in surprise.