In response to Little Fatty's question, Lin Xinghai had no reason to hide it, so he simply nodded. "That's right."
Little Fatty had expected to be stunned by the answer. But he found his shock lasted only a moment before turning to calm. He even felt it was to be expected.
The reason was simple: the one who said it was Lin Xinghai.
"Boss, I know you're strong, but you still have to be careful, especially of those black figures." In the end, Little Fatty didn't try to dissuade him, only offering a word of caution.
"Right." Lin Xinghai nodded.
Although he'd received news from Zuo Wenyao that only one of these black figures had infiltrated and that Zuo Wenyao had already killed it, no one could guarantee such intelligence was one hundred percent accurate.
Therefore, Lin Xinghai didn't dare let his guard down. Of course, that didn't mean he should be overly fearful, either.
