That being said, Mù Qiānxún whispered to Lin You, "Do you know him?"
The man before her was unrecognizable, so if he was seeking revenge, it certainly wasn't for her. Could it be that Lin You had offended him under some circumstances?
Lin You subconsciously shook her head, "I don't know him, but he does look familiar."
Mù Qiānxún rolled her eyes. Since when did 'familiar' imply 'knowing him'?
So the grudge started with Lin You?
Mù Qiānxún told Lin You, "I'll hold them off. You run and seek Uncle Eight's help."
Lin You, seeing the grim men with clubs, worriedly asked, "Can you manage alone if I leave?"
Mù Qiānxún reasoned, "First, they're after you. Second, what do you view me as? Do you think I'll confront them head-on? If I can't beat them, I'll run."
"None of you are leaving!" At the command of Wang Quan, a dozen or so men with clubs rushed out from behind Mù Qiānxún and Lin You. Wang Quan stared at them ominously as if he would like nothing more than to tear them apart.
