Nalan Li wanted to say something else but was cut off by Duge. "Captain, let's go. I think Fan Lie is right. If we don't have the strength to impress others and recruit more people, even our own organization will fall into chaos."
"Captain Nalan, little brother Lin Hong sees things more clearly than you," Fan Lie laughed. "You either need strength or benefits; empty promises won't make anyone work for you."
Strength?
Benefits?
Nalan Li looked at Fan Lie, then at Duge, and stood up to walk towards the villa. "Let's go."
The one in charge wasn't her; she was just a puppet.
Since Lin Hong had spoken, he must have had his plans. Considering Mo Shengmin's miserable state, this rebellious Fan Lie was probably not going to fare any better.
Who's in charge? Still playing games?
Idiot!
...
In front of Ying Fei's house.
The Ying Fei that Duge sensed in his awareness suddenly disappeared, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong?" Nalan Li asked.
