"After saying that, Connor glanced at Gu Tianqing, who was still quietly shuffling the cards, then returned his gaze to Yi Lin: 'I think you're more suited to be 'Death' than he is. Sorry, friend,'" Connor's latter words were directed at Gu Tianqing: "I trust my intuition."
Gu Tianqing seemed indifferent, still wearing that fake smile, but his shuffling suddenly halted as he pressed the deck neatly between his palms, smiling: "Actually, I think so too. Unfortunately, the 'stakes' on him are just too high, right, my dear president?"
Yi Lin squinted slightly: "You're too kind."
Though Yi Lin's expression was quite calm at that moment, he quietly elevated Connor's danger level to MAX.
An enemy, Yi Lin feared neither his strength nor his cunning, nor his fearlessness, but feared instead his... ruthlessness.
Someone who could smile and kill his own brother by hand, what other heinous acts could he not commit?
Have to admit.
