The voice that suddenly rang out from beyond the door sounded like a summons of death, jolting Ying Lin off the sofa.
In a panic, he lunged to the side and pulled out the pistol he usually kept tucked between the pages of a book.
His face stricken, he aimed at the door!
Who?
Who could have broken in here?
Had Nanhuang Dojo come to claim his life?
Ying Lin stared fixedly in that direction, as if a man-eating monster stood outside.
As if it could charge in at any moment, skin him alive, and tear him limb from limb.
"Nanhuang Dojo... You're finally here! The day has finally come!"
Ying Lin let out a manic laugh, his eyes bloodshot.
He hadn't slept for days, relying on illicit drugs to force himself to stay wired.
His family had cast him aside, and he'd lost all hope of ever returning to Haizhou...
All of it kept his nerves taut, as if one foot were dangling over a cliff, leaving him on the verge of collapse.
Luo Bing's suggestion had let him glimpse a sliver of hope.
Like a drowning man who had fallen into the sea, he'd seized a lifeline.
As long as he sabotaged the family's reconciliation with Nanhuang Dojo, there might still be a chance to turn things around!
But in the end, Luo Bing had turned on him and stabbed him in the back!
Then the words "Nanhuang Dojo" reached his ears.
They exploded in his heart!
The taut string inside Ying Lin, pulled tight beyond any chance of slackening,
seemed to finally snap!
"Come on! I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of Nanhuang Dojo..."
Ying Lin yelled with his gun raised. After all these years trapped in the Little Red Mansion, like a prisoner awaiting