"In this world, it's never about who has the bigger fists, who's right.
But fists can smash others' mouths, leaving only you speaking, even if your voice is small, it still rings loud."
An old man and a middle-aged man passed through the small courtyard gate, continuing forward on their journey.
*No words were needed, no notification, no gesture*, the two walked out of the school's residential area, passed the cafeteria, crossed the playground, and only stopped after leaving the school gates.
Lin Fu'an looked at his disciple, Chen Shoumen looked at his master.
Though they were not related by blood, their master-disciple bond surpassed that of father and son, yet their rapport was deeper than it had ever been.
*Chen Shoumen murmured, "Qin Li."
*Lin Fu'an silently replied, "Dragon King."
Chen Shoumen had personally witnessed that man, who was fiddling with flower arrangements, bleed a hundred-meter corpse centipede at the mouth of the Long River.
