At the entrance of Binhai University, Lin Hao walked unassumingly among the crowd, dressed like a young man, his slightly immature face belying the ruthlessness he'd shown when killing someone at dawn.
Today, he kept a low profile on purpose, choosing less crowded paths to Tang Guodong's office.
Upon seeing him, Tang Guodong stood up and exaggeratedly said, "Lin Hao, you really stole the show last night. You must've pissed off the Mingyang Sect a great deal. Heh, Yi Lingchuan's face was black as coal when he left."
"What happened last night?" Lin Hao feigned confusion.
"Cut it out, you can't fool me," Tang Guodong said dissatisfied, "That annoying voice of yours from last night, how could I not recognize it?"
Lin Hao's mouth twitched: "Thanks for the compliment, I'll just take it as praise."
"Haha, at least you're sensible," Tang Guodong didn't ask about Lan Xiyue's whereabouts; he obviously already knew her movements, "Follow me."
