Upon returning to Mo Yinfan's office, Mu Lin was once again greeted by a secret attack; with nonchalance, Mu Lin dodged it easily.
"Do you still want to taste the nice thing from last time?" A cool voice rang out, immediately causing Mo Qian to stop in his tracks. He grunted, retreated to his corner and stayed there, his face full of discontent.
Mu Lin's lips curved slightly upwards as he happily made his way towards Mo Yinfan.
Looking at Mu Lin with a smile, Mo Yinfan said, "Mo Qian just had an itch in his hand." Since hearing that Mu Lin had singlehandedly annihilated the top ten assassins within the enemy's organization and the entire mercenary team, he had come to realize that this guy was itching for a fight.
Soldiers loved to fight, and although Mo Qian had left the army many years ago, the ingrained habits were difficult to change.
