"I understand that." Ma Tengyun nodded gravely. "Today was a desperate measure. After all, my son is dead. If I truly have a grandson, then the Ma Family will finally have an heir."
"But it won't be long. Once we verify the truth about Su Qian, we will make a comeback and kill that damned Qin Lin!"
"Make it quick," the mid-Innate stage Martial Artist nodded slightly. "Regardless, Qin Lin must not be left alive for long."
"I know." Ma Tengyun's expression was solemn. "Offer one hundred million to hire some Spirit Origin stage experts from the martial world to watch Qin Lin twenty-four hours a day and prevent his escape."
"If Qin Lin dares to leave the Lin Family Villa, break his arms and legs, and drag him back to be locked in the dungeon."
"What?" Ma Beimu was taken aback. "Uncle, didn't you promise Su Qian you wouldn't kill Qin Lin for fifteen days?"