Bring me home?
Qin Mo swept a glance at the person hugging him. He reached out and lifted her chin. This person was really interesting. Didn't he see his blood-stained palms? Or did he not see the dead man at the side?
There was blood everywhere and he was the one who had killed them. None of the speedboats on the lake dared to approach him but this fearless youngster leaned forward. What was he trying to do?
Qin Mo studied his face, before replying, "The people behind you don't have any intention of letting me home."
Bo Jiu immediately took a clear stand. "We aren't on the same side, I'm one of the bad guys."
There wasn't any emotion on Qin Mo's face, especially right now when his lips were turned upwards, the poker card never once leaving his fingers. It was obvious he didn't trust Bo Jiu. "You called me brother. Are you my younger brother?"
"No."
