Chapter 98: The Idiot

"Kid, die for me!"

Amir clenched his iron fist, the evil Qi surging through his body, his aura and killing intent like the violent wind and sudden rain before the sky changes color.

His punch was as fast as a startling dragon, leaving no trace for anyone to catch.

When those iron fists appeared again, they struck straight at Lin Mo's throat, locking on with no mercy, his killing intent endless, leaving no chance for survival.

"It's over!"

Dong Man couldn't help but sigh and shake her head, "He shouldn't have, of all things, broken Wang Jiarong's arm. It looks like Wang Jiarong's subordinate has a heart set on killing."

Cheng Miaohan felt even more shocked and desolate, now completely unable to stop anything, she found she couldn't even help Lin Mo a little bit.

She suddenly remembered what Lin Mo had once said to her, that when real trouble comes, she couldn't help at all, but afterward, she would direct him with grand plans.