Two days later, in the morning, Lin Feng sat alone in a meeting room at Central Hall.
Several documents lay before him, containing public information on the major factions of the First Sequence.
There was also a thick file about his own faction.
So far, Lin Feng had come into contact with three factions from the First Sequence.
The Second Faction, Luo Yingtian; the Fourth Faction, Egart; and the Fifth Faction, Jin Henry.
But Jin Henry was gone now.
That left four factions. The First Faction was rather mysterious and had the fewest members. Of course, its overall strength was also the greatest among all factions.
Lin Feng thought back for a moment. During the previous selection, he did not seem to have noticed any particularly powerful contestants.
The rankings had marked them, but Lin Feng had not been very interested.
They had not done anything particularly eye-catching during the selection, which did not quite match the records in the files.
But perhaps they had been hiding their abilities...
For now, the Second Faction and Fourth Faction seemed willing to be friendly with him. Lin Feng had also met the leaders of those factions at the gathering several days ago.
On the surface, they had all been calm and smiling at him. None of them had pulled any cliché stunt to put him in his place.
But the Seventh Faction...
So far, the only one Lin Feng could confirm was hostile toward him was that little dwarf from the Seventh Faction.
Lin Feng did not remember ever offending him, and he could not understand why the man held such deep hostility toward him.
Still, trying to mess with him would not be so easy. Lin Feng disliked trouble, but he was not afraid of it.
After flipping through the documents,