Watching Ling Mo and his companions leave from upstairs, Wang Lin's lips suddenly revealed a strange smile: "Now let's see where you can run..."
And behind her, Song Tian rubbed his head with some headache: "You've tampered with him, haven't you?"
"Mind your own business!" Wang Lin glared at him rudely, and then slyly blinked, "If you don't help me, I have my own ways."
At this moment, Ling Mo, who had left Ginkgo District, was unaware that Wang Lin had silently left a small mark on him...
It wasn't until he had left the survivor camp far behind that Ling Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped his forehead with his hand and looked at it in front of his eyes; his palm was full of cold sweat.
And Xia Na, standing by his side, her eyes also faintly displayed a hint of bloodlust... Suppressing Xia Na was proving to be extremely difficult.
"Xia Na, what exactly is your situation now..." Ling Mo looked at Xia Na deeply.
