"Holy sh*t, Sister Xue, is your Big Aunt flowing backward and turning into a river?"
Lin Hai's eyes widened, and he threw in a little jab.
Xue Meigui leaned against the wall, covered in fresh blood, a heavy scent of blood causing one to wrinkle their nose involuntarily.
Seeing it was Lin Hai, Xue Meigui finally let out a breath of relief, then she spoke coldly and sharply, "Lin Hai, take Mengru and Mingyue and leave quickly."
"Huh?" Lin Hai was full of confusion, his mind racing.
Logically, in a place like Yanjing, even ordinary experts are very restrained and cautious, they would never casually resort to force.
Because, once you become too arrogant, within minutes they'll have someone from Yanhuang Soul knocking on your door, inviting you for tea, and casually chatting about life in a special prison cell.
What? You say you won't go chat? Sorry, it's the Yanjing Yanhuang Soul headquarters, and they call the shots here; you don't have a choice.
