Long Qie wore a wistful expression as he sighed, "I never imagined that Xiaolian would actually die. They weren't like this before."
Lin Yuan: "They?"
Long Qie asked, "Do you know why I was able to secure my position as the chairman of the Martial Arts Association? Clearly, I lacked both the capabilities and martial strength. I used to have the advantage of good looks, but now, with an extra fifty pounds of fat, it's hard to call me handsome after I've rounded out."
"Why?"
Long Qie stretched out his hand to pull the hem of his plaid shirt out of his belt, exposing his waist.
There, on his plump waist, a slender scar so faint it was almost imperceptible appeared...
He sighed, "The position of chairman of the Martial Arts Association may seem glamorous, but in reality, it's nothing more than someone else's organ bank."
Lin Yuan suddenly realized, "The target is organs?"
