"Why are you saying only dead bodies are useful... Don't tell me you're planning to take it..." Song Yun asked Tang Lin with an awkward look.
"Damn it, kid, can't your brain work normally?" Tang Lin cursed with a laugh, devoid of his earlier sage-like demeanor. He carelessly sat on a stool and said languidly, "Because a corpse can't talk, man, dead men tell no tales. Think about it, what a ninja can do is obviously something like assassination. And who knows, this dumbass might even be registered with the international police. What do you think a murderous ninja would want in Sunan City?"
Still not waiting for Song Yun's reply, Tang Lin excitedly said, "Exactly, you're right, it's murder. They ruthlessly harm our citizens, and we shouldn't seek compensation from them?"
Song Yun sat there with a dark expression, thinking to himself, I didn't even open my mouth yet, and you're going back and forth with 'you're right, you're right.' Do you think we share some sort of telepathy?
