"What's going on?"
Ling Feng looked at Han Wancheng, then at the expressions on those people's faces on the screen, feeling a bit baffled.
"Sit down and talk!"
Han Wancheng said, pointing at the chair next to him.
Once Ling Feng sat down, he immediately asked, "Is it about the Americans?"
"Could it be about anything else?"
Han Wancheng glanced at him, then said in a deep voice, "Ling Feng, you went too far this time!"
"Why?"
Ling Feng asked, perplexed, "I didn't expose myself, the Americans can't pin it on me!"
"They can't pin it on you, but they can shift their focus to Huaxia and Russia!"
Han Wancheng glared at him and continued, "So far, there's been no movement from them, but do you think the Americans will just let it go?"
Ling Feng suddenly understood, then put away his smile, and his expression turned serious, "They have to swallow this defeat silently, otherwise, the Americans will face even more severe consequences!"
"What else can you do?" Han Wancheng asked.
