"It's all over; the manager now wished for death. He Jiaqi's expert injured three of Mo Siqing's men and even barged in,"
"If they really start fighting, it's going to be a serious problem; that would truly be the end."
The moment the door swung open, Ye Ling had just finished dressing Mo Siqing, while he himself was wrapped in a bath towel, looking at the dozen or so young masters who entered the bathhouse with a cold smile.
"Leave now, and I won't hold it against you too much. However, that old man who injured my men, you'll need to stay behind and cripple your own hands as an apology!"
"As a Golden Core elder, you attacked ordinary people. I spare your life, and that already grants you a way out."
Ye Ling spoke slowly. In this world, there is no right or wrong—just like the line from 'No Meeting Again': only children's worlds have rights and wrongs.
In the world of adults, there are only pros and cons!
