"Hehe, as expected, there's a problem."
Listening to the chaotic footsteps behind him, Lin Yi sensed that there were indeed quite a few people, most likely more than a dozen.
Thinking a bit more, Lin Yi seemed to have guessed their purpose.
The waiter who just left might have intentionally lured him over.
But how could they be sure that he would follow alone?
Moreover, he had clearly drunk those two glasses of watermelon juice. Knowing he's destined to die, why would they still set him up?
And finally, what exactly was wrong with that little boy?
For a moment, Lin Yi's super brain started to spin rapidly, but the situation seemed a bit complicated, and the truth seemed to be slowly shrouded in a light layer of fog.
But this didn't affect Lin Yi. No matter what kind of fog you are, with the help of the system, could he possibly be afraid of them?
His wrist slightly raised, a liquid metal-like substance began rapidly condensing on Lin Yi's arm.
