"Xiao Lin's life belongs to the Assassin Group; without permission, no one has the right to act before us." Liu Yi thought for a moment and stepped forward. "Even the Clan Leader doesn't have the right to interfere with our Assassin Group's actions. Even if you provide the funds, can you be more influential than the Clan Leader?"
Dan Ning almost thought there was something wrong with his eyes. Was there a smile just now on that face? That sneering, cold smile, with disdain curling at the mouth—did he see it wrong? As if to confirm once more, Dan Ning fixed his eyes on Liu Yi's face, but all he saw was his eyes turning away for a second, eyes that seemed familiar.
At the same time, at the entrance of Black Street, another tug-of-war was happening, but the people involved were drastically different from this pair.
Xiao Lin shoved Murong Lengyue towards Yi. Whether it was said that he didn't know how to cherish a woman, or more accurately, that he did it on purpose.
