"Oh... tell me what you think." Standing up, Han Feng walked to the bed, smoking and staring at the zinc mine downstairs.

"I don't have any opinion, I just feel..."

"What do you feel?!" After hearing Liu Rui's words, Han Feng tightened the cigarette butt in his hand and looked back to ask.

"It feels like this is going to come true."

"Gulu..." Han Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the two just looked at each other without saying anything.

After a long time, Han Feng slowly asked: "Why?"

"There's no reason, it's just a feeling." Liu Rui didn't answer Han Feng's question directly. Maybe... he had already answered it.

"Huh..." After taking a puff of cigarette, Han Feng exhaled a stream of white mist and continued to ask: "Approximately when?"

"I don't know..." After a pause, Liu Rui continued: "Maybe just recently."

"Hmph~" After hearing Liu Rui's answer, Han Feng laughed at himself, or... a desperate smile.

Looking at Han Feng who looked relieved, Liu Rui stood up and asked, "Is there anything you can do?"

"There should be a way..." As he spoke, Han Feng thought that he might be able to find this person tomorrow... and kill him! Wei Peng might be safe!

"Since prophetic dreams can let you know some things in advance, we have enough time to deal with it. Setting up a few more lines of defense may be able to avoid this tragedy."

"Since you said so, I won't say anything more. Have a good rest. If you have any new ideas, remember to tell me." After Liu Rui finished speaking, he had already walked to the door.

"I'm leaving first."

"good."

After the two communicated, Liu Rui opened the door and walked out. Before leaving, he closed the door of Han Feng's room.

Watching Liu Rui leave, Han Feng put out the cigarette butt in his hand.
Chapter completed!