This phrase seems familiar, Xiao Lin tilted his head. It must have been Flame Swallow, right? At the entrance of the underground city, that was the first thing he said to him. He lifted his arm and carefully sniffed it, but besides the scent of shower gel, he couldn't detect anything else.
"Old man, if you don't want to do business with me, you could just say it bluntly."
Xiao Lin looked furious, his face immediately darkened. Surely no one would want to be described with such words, right? The smell of a dead person? Doesn't that imply he's a dead person? This label was quite a blow.
"Leave, I won't do business with you." The old man didn't care how upset Xiao Lin looked, he forcefully pulled him up from the stool, ready to push him out.
"No way, you have to make things clear today." Xiao Lin, dodging the old man's rejecting hands, moved further inside. The old man stopped and didn't stop him, watching as Xiao Lin hid inside.
