At the brink of life and death, Mark managed to say a lot... showing weakness, his eyes filled with horror and pleading.
Ling completely ignored him, too lazy to even respond to the man.
On his way out, he deliberately stepped on the heavily injured leg of the man.
This caused the man to let out a miserable scream, and the blood flowed even faster...
Ling's petty act amused Hao Yuan, who laughed until he was bent over.
Even Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows—did the usually cold Ling have this side to him?
However, Qu Tan'er continued to fix her gaze on Mo Liancheng's handsome face, "Chengcheng, are you having a lot of fun?"
"Hmm. Quite interesting." The corners of his mouth curved into a satisfied, faint smile.
"Do you want to continue? There are many more groups."
"Hmm... no need." Mo Liancheng pondered for a moment before saying, "If you continue playing with something interesting, it will become dull."
Upon hearing this, Qu Tan'er laughed.
