"You dare defy my orders? Lin Mo, you've got some nerve." Ning Xuan pinched Lin Mo's chin, forcing him to look up.
"Contractor, my combat skills can't compare to Qinghe's, but my family has business interests here. I used to live here for a while, so I know the area well. I can definitely help." Lin Mo looked at Ning Xuan stubbornly, refusing to yield an inch even under her immense pressure.
Ning Xuan's spiritual power slashed into Lin Mo's Spiritual Sea like a blade. "Ah..." Lin Mo cried out in pain, his face turning deathly pale.
"You're too weak to be of any help; you'll only be a liability. Qinghe, send a message to Yu Mingche and have him take him back," Ning Xuan ordered, turning to Qinghe.
"Contractor, I'm not leaving. Even if you have me taken away, I'll just find a way to come back." Lin Mo's face was pale, and his voice trembled, but his resolve was unshakable.
