Luo Ziling couldn't believe that once again, it was someone from the Ling Family who had instigated an attack against him. Overwhelmed by anger, he increased the pressure with his foot. The man screamed miserably once more and immediately begged for mercy.
Yang Qingyin was calmer. She stepped forward and demanded, "A person surnamed Ling sent you to deal with us. What's his name? What does he look like?"
"We don't know; we really don't know what he's called, and we've never seen him," the man replied with a mournful expression, "We only know his surname is Ling!"
Yang Qingyin pressed further, "And how did he know that we were here sightseeing?"
"We don't know!" Tears of pain were truly in the man's eyes.
"Do you know our names? Say our names!" Yang Qingyin's questioning took on an increasingly intimidating tone.