Mo Lin's chest surged with a blaze of anger, shooting straight to his head.
"Guo Qi," Mo Lin reprimanded.
Guo Qi in the crowd wore a nervous expression and slowly stepped forward.
"Mo Lin, this matter has nothing to do with me... I don't know about Qian the Third's business.
I brought you here to find Six-Eared Mingyue.
One thing belongs to one thing; you can't vent Qian the Third's anger on me."
While speaking, Guo Qi's voice trembled.
He had personally fought with Mo Lin and clearly knew Mo Lin's power.
Moreover, Mo Lin was now several times stronger than when he was in the East District.
He dared not provoke Mo Lin by meeting his anger.
More importantly, he wasn't the one deceiving Mo Lin.
"Aren't you a friend of Jian Xingchen?" Mo Lin asked Guo Qi coldly.
Guo Qi instantly turned pale with fright.
He knew that Mo Lin was looking for trouble.
"Drinking buddies, not really friends," Guo Qi wisely distanced himself from Jian Xingchen.
