Can't Stand Even a Little Grievance!

Can't Take Even the Slightest Grievance! A silence fell over the office.

The old man looked at Old Lin, a sharp glint in his eyes. He understood perfectly well what Old Man meant.

"Old Lin, we've known each other for quite some time. And it isn't just me—there are also..." Before the old man could finish, Old Man shot him an unfriendly look.

"I'll say this one more time. Whether he does it or not is my disciple's decision. I may be old, but I'm not dead yet. Tell the people behind you to behave themselves. If they want to be fence-sitters, then they should stay fence-sitters. If they lean toward the other side, people will die," Old Man said in a low voice, his eyes filled with killing intent.

This time, Old Man did not conceal anything as he looked at the old man before him.

"Those are the rules. Break them, and people really will die. And when the time comes, it won't be a matter of just one or two deaths," Old Man said with deep killing intent.

The old man fell silent. He also knew that their circle was neutral—in other words, brokers.

Whoever paid them, they worked for.

The advantage was their neutrality: they helped neither side. The drawback was that once they touched certain things, they had to die. Some people had already lost sight of who they were.

They thought they could reach the heavens with a single hand.

That was precisely why today's incident had happened.

"Once your stance has shifted, getting back isn't going to be easy. Why do you think people from your circle are allowed to exist? You know the answer yourselves," Old Man said, narrowing his eyes at the old man.

Under normal circumstances, Old Man would not