"Dan Qing?" Xiao Lin called out these two words coldly. He swiftly lunged forward, grabbed Wing's collar, and pulled him up from the ground with flames flickering in his eyes. "How many more people around me do you intend to target?"
Wing glanced at the collar that was grabbed, knowing it would inevitably lead to misunderstandings, but explanations were unnecessary now. Whatever he said, Xiao Lin wouldn't believe it. "The Dan Clan operates in the northeast, a group that certain forces pay a lot of attention to and hope to exploit—not just for the group's inherent mystery, but also because it operates in a border area with its own system and corresponding connections. So the old man would definitely seize control of it before taking action against Quan Xianglin, and accidentally saving Dan Qing gave the old man an opportunity."
