Zhao Guosheng didn’t rush to speak. Instead, he fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and lit it.
Smoke curled in the air.
Zhao Guosheng pondered for a long time and said, "This Alliance has no good intentions, but as for what exactly its purpose is, or who the mastermind behind it might be, I can tell you, I still haven’t found out."
Zhao Guosheng continued, "But what can be known is that the Alliance is in its development phase, currently in a dormant state. However, once it erupts, it will be terrifying. You need to prepare early; I have a bad feeling that something very scary is going to happen."
Fang Yi didn’t laugh at Zhao Guosheng because Zhao Guosheng was a veteran, and he was also the deputy director of the Hundred Immortals Sect; he had seen all kinds of storms and waves, so it was perfectly normal for him to have such intuition.
Fang Yi still said nothing, in deep thought, because he was trying to figure out which of his enemies might fit this condition.
But after racking his brain, Fang Yi still couldn’t work out who would do such a thing.
Moreover, he had too many enemies. Not to mention Tianjing, just in Moon City alone, the Bai Family, the Lin Family, the Song family, and the Kong Family, all of these families had enemies of his.
"Old Zhao, thank you for your hard work," Fang Yi said.
"It’s nothing really. Oh, I just remembered something." Zhao Guosheng suddenly said mysteriously.
Zhao Guosheng sneaked up to Fang Yi like a thief, took a sneaky glance at Hua Huiyue and Jin Yuzhi, who were sitting on the sofa playing with their phones, and said in a low voice, "Director Nangong asked me to send his regards."
Fang Yi was taken aback.
Zhao Guosheng saw Fang Yi stunned and immediately said, "No, that time when we went to the island on a mission, what exactly happened between you and Director Nangong? Can you tell me?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveIꜰire.net
Fang Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, turned his head to Zhao Guosheng, and said, "Old Zhao, your gossiping habit is really no good."
Zhao Guosheng asked in confusion, "This counts as gossip?" After a pause, he continued, "Tell me, how exactly did you offend Director Nangong? I can still talk to her. If you offended her somehow, I can talk to her to cool her down."
Of course, Fang Yi could never tell Zhao Guosheng that on that night on the island, he forcibly slept with Nangong Lengxue.
And judging from Zhao Guosheng’s words and actions, his understanding seemed to be that Fang Yi had offended Nangong Lengxue, and he certainly couldn’t have imagined what happened between Fang Yi and Nangong Lengxue.
"It’s just a small matter," Fang Yi said.
"Director Nangong calls every day to ask about your condition, and you call that a small matter?" Zhao Guosheng was a little uneasy.
"She does care about me, doesn’t she?" Fang Yi was quite surprised.
"It’s not that she’s concerned. From what I know, Director Nangong can be quite petty. Although she’s a woman, getting to the position of the head of the Hundred Immortals Sect is no small feat; she has some serious skills..."
Zhao Guosheng continued to tell Fang Yi many things, including how fearsome Nangong Lengxue was. Fang Yi outwardly agreed, but he didn’t really take it to heart.
Damn, I even slept with her, so what else can she do to me?
Zhao Guosheng kept talking to Fang Yi until Fang Yi really couldn’t take it anymore. He escorted Zhao Guosheng to the door and let him take the few Blood Dragon Guards he brought with him.
As for Nangong Lengxue, she’s far in Tianjing now, so what can she do to him?
Even if she comes, he’ll just do it again.
Unconsciously, Fang Yi reminisced about that night with Nangong Lengxue, and suddenly felt a bit moved again.