"After today, I'm afraid Master Lin, your name will be truly famous. When that happens, I hope you'll look after me!"
Sam "Second Brother" Su followed behind Evan Lin, stepping out from the crowd, still unable to contain his excitement.
He didn't even bother with the Mount Wutai Daoist who had come along.
Grizzly, who hadn't shown himself until now, emerged from the corner. He'd watched everything unfold, shocked to the core, and couldn't put into words how much he admired Evan Lin's methods.
"Find me a quiet place. Also, for the next while, I don't want anyone hearing any news about me. If word gets out, you'll deal with the consequences."
Evan Lin spoke coolly. Sam Su, who was all smiles a moment ago, instantly turned serious and nodded quickly: "I'll arrange it right away, right away!"
He didn’t know what Evan Lin wanted to do, but right now, Sam Su wouldn’t dare argue with any of Evan’s requests.
Immediately, Sam Su started to call his men, but as soon as the call connected, he seemed to think of something, hung up, ran to the front desk, grabbed a set of car keys, and personally drove Evan Lin away.
"Master Lin, I know a top-secret spot—guaranteed nobody knows about it. I'll take you there myself, then drive the car away and scrap it!"
In the car, Sam Su drove himself, racing along with Evan Lin, speaking in a cautious tone.
He glanced at Evan Lin through the rearview mirror and saw him resting with his eyes closed, not looking annoyed. Only then did Sam Su relax a bit and floor the accelerator.
While the car sped crazily down the road, inside Pure Yang Mountain-Sea, Martin Mu was busy arranging for the injured to be sent to the hospital.
Victor Moore clenched his fists tightly, staring at the collapsed rooftop all around him, still not quite able to believe it.
The top floor of Pure Yang Mountain-Sea was built with premium stone, and the construction materials were all top-notch. Honestly, even a hand grenade probably wouldn’t blast a hole in the rooftop.
But that scene just now was still vivid in his mind—not to mention Sword Master Cui, who gave everything he had with one sword, and still couldn’t hurt that teenager at all.
The shattered stones at their feet kept everyone on edge. But right now, a strange thing happened—when people tried to recall what that young man looked like, they simply couldn’t.
All they could remember was his absolutely stunning presence and bearing.
"Dad, what do we do now?"
Victor Moore stepped forward, looking at Martin Mu and asking quietly.
Melissa Mu stood nearby, distracted. She’d suffered some minor injuries, but thankfully nothing serious.