"Bro, what should we do next?"
"We play it by ear," Ma Ningyuan sneered, glancing at Ma Beimu. "Just give Dr. Brown a heads-up and that's it."
"Understood, I'll call Dr. Brown right now," Ma Beimu quickly nodded. "Also, Bro, Miss Lin doesn't seem very warm toward you. Do you think that Qin Lin fellow has something to do with it? Should I get a few guys to... take care of him?"
Making a throat-slitting gesture, Ma Beimu looked at Ma Ningyuan grimly. "That way Miss Lin won't keep thinking about him and ignoring your overtures."
"Don't bother with that nonsense. He's just a minor Martial Artist with no background. Why would the Lin Family ever take him seriously?"
"That's true," Ma Beimu nodded quickly. "So, as long as he's not stupid enough to get close to Miss Lin again, we'll just ignore him. If he dares to approach her, we'll give him a warning. And if he's bold enough to ignore our warning…"
"…then we just get rid of him?"
