Looking at the three hundred or so people in front of him, Mo Lin's lips curled into a cold smile.
Actually, this matter has nothing to do with them.
It could even be said that it has nothing to do with them at all.
"So, why are you trying to stop me?"
Mo Lin asked coldly, "Does this matter concern you?"
"We just can't stand your reckless behavior," a man yelled at Mo Lin.
"That's right, we can't stand what you're doing," another person chimed in.
"Jin Canrong killed Luo Xiaoxiao's family. I'm seeking revenge. What's wrong with that?" Mo Lin squinted his eyes and retorted.
"Couldn't Patriarch Jin just apologize to you guys? Do you really have to drive people to the brink of death?" A man in a gray coat countered Mo Lin.
Mo Lin sighed gently and said slowly, "Since you insist on getting involved in this matter, you should all be prepared for the corresponding consequences, right?
If you meddle in the Jin Family's affairs, you must bear the consequences of the Jin Family.
