"Cut the act. Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are?" Under Mo Lin's treatment, Dugu Bo's injuries rapidly healed. The improvement in his body made Dugu Bo think he was back in fighting shape, and he began shouting again:
"Since you were involved in this, you must have been the one who set it all up. If you don't give me an explanation, then you people will... (blah blah blah, all kinds of incoherent nonsense)"
Mo Lin naturally filtered out everything Dugu Bo said and focused on treating his injuries. He understood Dugu Bo's current feelings and irrational state very well. If his own daughter or granddaughter were "lured away" by some brat in the future, he would definitely chase after them too. But he certainly would not sneak around—after all, by then, probably no one would be able to beat him.
After Dugu Bo had been spewing profanity for over ten minutes, he seemed to grow tired, and his voice gradually weakened. Although Mo Lin had long since healed his injuries, Dugu Bo's strength had not recovered much. People were often extremely weak after suffering severe injuries; even sitting still, they could barely recover any stamina. It was already good enough if it did not continue to decline.
Mo Lin stood up, pulled over two chairs from the side, helped Dugu Bo into one, then sat in the other across from him and asked:
"Senior Dugu, have you finished venting? Can we talk calmly now?"
Dugu Bo sat in the chair and composed himself. After venting his emotions and receiving treatment, he was finally able to think normally again. But once he calmed down, he realized two things that made cold sweat pour down his back.
First, he had never forgotten those mysterious Titled