The person sitting in front of Lin Mu was none other than Yang Xiaojin from the Xin Yuan Club.
However, Yang Xiaojin's nose was partially caved in, and his face bore several bite scars, giving him a fierce and terrifying appearance. No wonder he was wearing such a thick coat and a hat in this weather. If it weren't for the need to eat, he would have likely worn a mask.
Upon seeing Lin Mu, Yang Xiaojin's pupils contracted slightly. He looked away evasively and then said in a rush, "What... what do you want? I don't know you."
Lin Mu stared at him intently. "It doesn't matter. I don't need you to admit it; I just need to confirm that it's you."
A hint of panic flashed in Yang Xiaojin's eyes. He struggled with all his might and said, "Let go of me! If you keep this up, I'll scream for help!"
Lin Mu smiled, but it was a cruel smile. "Go ahead and scream."
