"What?" Fatty Qi was startled by this bizarre request. "Have you lost your mind?"
"Ahem." Even the normally composed Tang Kexin's composure broke, her expression turning skeptical.
"I have no other intentions. Just a simple leg break. Nothing like a comminuted fracture, just a traumatic one—the kind the hospital can put in a cast and it'll heal just fine." Han Lingkun hurriedly explained, "Mr. Qin, I have no choice. If I don't return with an injury, I won't be able to account for myself to Young Master Han."
"Fine." Considering the century-old Rock Mallow, Qin Lin agreed to Han Lingkun's request.
"Brother Qin, that guy is a real piece of work. I'm impressed," Fatty Qi said as he watched Han Lingkun leave. "To think he'd use that method to fool the Han Family... he's one of a kind."
"Indeed." Qin Lin chuckled, then turned to Tang Kexin. "Now that we have it, get ready. I will help you break through to the Spirit Origin stage."
