"Don't worry about them. Ahem, Ahem." The old man shook his hand.
"Are you all ready?"
"Yes," one of his students said.
"Teacher..." the young man hesitantly said with sad eyes.
"What?" the old man asked.
"We'll probably hurt innocent people," the young man said.
"Yo, my junior fellow. Since when you have become so soft?" A person whose voice was as cold as a snake rang out. The person suddenly appeared in front of the young man. He was like a shadow drifting into the room.
The young man didn't respond. He just looked at his teacher.
"Is it because of that girl?" the man coldly asked.
"Ahem, what girl?" the old man hoarsely asked.
"Teacher, she used to be Yinghao's girlfriend. She's a very pretty girl," the skinny and tall man said.
"Really?" The old man took a sip of the water on the table. "Bring her here."
"Teacher, we are no longer together," the young man said.
"Why?" the old man asked.
