Qin Mu: "..."
Qin Mu's expression grew increasingly cold, as if freezing everything around him.
After a long pause, Qin Mu's thin lips tightened.
"Fine, I'll be there on time, Feng Jun. If you dare harm even a single finger of his, I won't spare Feng Lei and Feng Lie's face. I'll take your life instead."
"What nonsense! Xiaomu, you're still too young, valuing brotherly bonds too much..."
"On the contrary, I'm quite eager to experience what it's like to kill my mentor..."
"Shit!"
Feng Jun was personally trained by the old man back in the day.
Listening to the man's cold-hearted and arrogant words, Qin Mu cursed inwardly, wishing he could tear the man apart.
Feng Jun laughed maniacally, saying no more, and handed the intercom over to his subordinates.
"Where's the old man now?"
"Boss, he's already covered a quarter of the way."
"Hmm..."
...
Qin Mu turned off the intercom and slammed his hand against the tree trunk in front of him, his handsome face full of indifference.
