It's been a long, long time since anyone has spoken to Lin Nianhe in such a flippant tone.
The last time it happened seemed to be back in Xiangjiang.
That time, she brought out two Gatlings.
This time...
Taking a good look at the person in front of her, Lin Nianhe slightly frowned.
This guy's name is Zhang Tian. His grandfather was an old veteran who crossed snowy mountains and trekked through grasslands back in the day.
As for him, he's just a spoiled brat who hasn't inherited a single ounce of his elders' virtues, spending his days idly wandering about.
Lin Nianhe had heard a bit about the things he'd done, the kind that if beaten to death, could be considered enforcing justice on behalf of heaven.
But clearly, right here and now, Lin Nianhe couldn't possibly recreate the fiery scene from Xiangjiang.
Zhang Tian swaggered up to Lin Nianhe, eyeing her with blatant greed in his gaze.
