Ming City, such a nice place.
"Some people want to kill you, but some people want you to carry on in this position," Mu Lin said with a light, graceful smile. "Although I don't understand politics, even if you were to die, those in the shadows would still lurk there, and certainly, there's more than just one hand pushing. But such complex matters," Mu Lin stated, "have nothing to do with me. Thinking about it just tires my brain."
"Perhaps you're right," Mo Yinfan laughed lightly. It was precisely because there were more than just one hand in play that his superiors had arranged for someone to protect him upon learning his assassination had been plotted. After all, while he may be rather uncooperative, he was occasionally quite accommodating. However, the one thing he never anticipated was that this assigned protector would be Mu Lin.
Mo Yinfan hadn't investigated Mu Lin until later.
