Jin Ling, hearing this voice that seemed devil-like, nodded frantically.
"Who arranged for you to come here?"
Jin Ling was just about to shake her head but froze because the pain in her neck kept on stimulating her brain.
"You dare to say!?"
Artwood yelled angrily from the other side.
Mu Fan only lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, stepping forcefully onto his chest.
A mouthful of blood mist sprayed from Artwood's mouth, staining Jin Ling's pristine white skirt red.
The girl screamed, covering her ears and shaking her head desperately.
"I'll talk, I'll talk."
"It was him who arranged it. Artwood arranged for me to encounter Harry the day before yesterday, but I really didn't know they were going to make a move. Please, spare me, I really don't know anything else."
Pah!
Fat Brother, hearing this statement, spat out another mouthful of blood, looking with his swollen face towards the girl now collapsed weakly on the ground.
