After confirming the procedures in the document, Lin Yu didn't reply to Good Night and simply put away his phone.
He didn't need to reply to Good Night. Good Night was busy scrolling through short videos and probably wouldn't see his reply anyway.
After descending from the sky, Lin Yu hailed a ride and set the destination to the address Qianhuan had sent him.
He soon arrived at God of Cookery's home—a three-story villa he had built himself in the outskirts of Shenzhen. It was quite imposing.
Just as Lin Yu got out of the car, he saw the courtyard gate open.
God of Cookery waved.
"Just in time, Zhu Ming. Come on in."
As the host, God of Cookery led Lin Yu inside.
In the living room, the other members of the Freedom Alliance were still relaxing around the coffee table, just as they had been in the photograph.
When they saw Lin Yu enter, everyone stood up.
Qianhuan laughed. "Oh my, Zhu Ming, you really got here quickly."
Lin Yu nodded. "I just happened to be nearby."
Old Zhou shifted his stool and brought over a chair for Lin Yu. The chairs in God of Cookery's home were all made of solid wood in the style of traditional armchairs. They were not only large but looked extremely sturdy as well. Even a burly man like Old Zhou needed both hands to carry one. An average woman really wouldn't be able to move it.
"Come, sit down and have something to eat."
Old Zhou also called out to her.
Comedian chuckled. "Xiao Yun has company now."
Xiao Yun showed no expression on her face, but from the slight downward curve of her brows, it was clear that she was very happy to see Zhu Ming.
"Zhu Ming, do you