Behind the sawmill.
A black Audi was parked.
An iron door at the back opened, and Lin Fei and Zhang Peng walked out.
Zhang Peng urged Lin Fei from behind, "Hurry up!"
If it weren't for Lin Fei telling him to do so, he wouldn't dare to rush Lin Fei, even if it killed him.
Ever since he had seen Lin Fei holding a chainsaw, Lin Fei had been nothing short of a maniac in Zhang Peng's eyes.
For someone as insignificant as him, Lin Fei could squash him like an ant at any moment.
Sitting in the black Audi was none other than Zhao Wenxuan's trusted expert, Leng Feng.
After receiving Zhang Peng's call, Leng Feng quickly arrived at the sawmill. However, because the task wasn't exactly legitimate, he parked the car at the rear entrance.
"Mr. Leng, I've brought the person you wanted," Zhang Peng gently tapped the car window and said.
The window was lowered, revealing the cold and sunglass-wearing Leng Feng in Lin Fei's line of sight.
Lin Fei realized that he didn't know this person.
