"Zhong Lin, want to try something big?"
One sentence scared Zhong Lin, because he could tell exactly what this guy was up to by the way he turned around.
"Don't do anything rash!"
Mei Weixuan looked at the two figures in black ahead and the faint scent of blood lingering in the air, and said excitedly, "What are you afraid of? They're injured, and not lightly either. If we're careful, we can handle it."
"Handle my ass," Zhong Lin said angrily. "They're Upper Third Grade Martial Artists. Even if they're injured, they're not something small fry like us can mess with."
"You don't trust me?"
Mei Weixuan had a face full of grievance.
"It's not about trust. If we're not careful, both our lives could end here. Don't cause trouble."
At this moment, Zhong Lin wished he could stomp Mei Weixuan into the ground and put up a gravestone right there.
