"You are the Guard, right?" Su Ming'an said, "Before number eight, Andre, died, you said you were the Guard. I don't think I misheard that."
"I, I am the Guard..." Lin Jiang lowered her head, her voice shrinking, "I really am the Guard..."
"Hmm, I believe you." Su Ming'an placed his hand on her shoulder, "Tonight, guard player number four, Lv Shu, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"
"Hmm... Hmm..."
"If tomorrow morning I wake up and find that player number four is dead, I'll make sure you die with him. Do you understand?"
"Under, understood..." Lin Jiang nodded, trembling like a sieve.
The comments started to sympathize:
[Ming'an bro, have a heart! Your tone is so harsh...]
[It hurts me to watch; she looks really scared...]
[Guys, wake up, this is rank eleven in the world, it's not that simple.]
[Lin Jiang has never started a live stream; nobody knows this person, who knows what an ugly face hides beneath her pitiful little white rabbit appearance...]
