"Cousin, what are you doing?" Looking at the kneeling Qin Ming, Lin Mu offered a faint smile. "If my Second Uncle saw you like this, he'd scold me for being disrespectful."
Lin Mu stepped forward as if to help Qin Ming up. "Get up, Cousin. People are watching."
However, just as Lin Mu reached for him, a cold, murderous intent flashed from beneath Qin Ming's lowered eyelids.
"Lin Mu, die!"
Two scalpels slid from Qin Ming's sleeves as he slashed toward Lin Mu's neck. The extremely sharp blades flickered with a cold, eerie light, and they seemed to be coated in a deadly poison. The smile on Qin Ming's face widened, twisting his features into a ferocious mask.
He attacked so suddenly! Even with Lin Mu's quick reflexes, there's no way he could react in time, right?
The other person on the deck was stunned.
A surprise attack from Qin Ming… Even I didn't expect that.
But a moment later, joy filled their heart. As long as Lin Mu is killed, Lord August will become the Corps Leader!
