In Lu Feifei's home.
Lin Fan made his way to the couch.
He placed the vase in his hand on a nearby coffee table.
His gaze captured every microexpression on Hino Hiroshi's face.
"A few hairs can kill a person, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
"Have you ever heard of a sorcerer?"
Hino Hiroshi sat with one leg crossed over the other.
When he revealed his identity, he was proud.
"No."
But Lin Fan's response smacked his pride right to the floor.
"Well then, let me tell you, a sorcerer is someone who can summon yin spirits from nature to wage war. Simply put, they can kill people from miles away without a trace. So, I can help you eliminate your love rival without leaving a single clue."
Hino Hiroshi gave a light cough.
To hide his embarrassment.
"Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child? If you're that incredible, you'd be invincible. You followed me here just to swindle money. I'm warning you, get lost immediately, or I'll call for help."
