A man's cheerful voice tinged with a trace of coldness came through the phone: "You are indeed a smart man."
"Cut the crap, state your purpose!" Lin Hai responded coldly, not giving the other party the slightest chance to feel superior.
"Hehe, Lin Hai, who exactly is that little girl to you?" The man asked leisurely.
Lin Hai snorted: "Knowing too much is not good for you."
"You are confident, but you must recognize the situation." The voice came through the phone again.
"I have never been inferior because I never play a supporting role in fate."
After Lin Hai finished speaking, he hung up directly, his eyes bursting with a murderous glare.
The kitchen knife in his hand had long been crushed into a ball of scrap iron by him.
Dare to touch his blood relative, no matter who the other party is, even with great connections, they must be ready to face the most violent rage of the King of Assassins!
