"Qin Lin!"
Hearing Qin Lin's taunts, Ma Ningyuan's face turned pale. He had planned to show off and ridicule Qin Lin, but the tables had turned.
"What?" Qin Lin's face was full of disdain. "Was a single word I said wrong?"
"You—! I—!"
Ma Ningyuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his rage. "Qin Lin, let me tell you something. Cut the crap and stay away from Lin Qingyue."
"If you dare to even approach Lin Qingyue again, I'll make sure you die a miserable death!"
As he spoke, Ma Ningyuan shot a look at Ma Beimu and Zhao Meng.
WHOOSH!
At Ma Ningyuan's signal, Zhao Meng lunged forward without a word, throwing a heavy punch straight at Qin Lin's face!
As he threw his punch, sharp, metallic spikes erupted from his arm!
"Kill!"
Qin Lin knew that a direct clash with Zhao Meng, who was enhanced by his gold attribute, would likely result in broken bones. Instead of meeting the blow head-on, he dodged the punch and slammed his elbow into Zhao Meng's back.
THUD.
WHOOSH!
