Qing Lin looked at Jia He and said softly, "I-I'm with the Desert Iron Mercenary Group now. The captains took me in. I can't just leave without saying a word!"
"The captains have actually been quite good to me. I don't know whether I should leave," Qing Lin said quietly.
Jia He said, "If you want to leave, I'll take you away. As for the captains, I'll speak to them. I guarantee no one will make things difficult for you!"
Qing Lin looked at the big brother before her, blinking gently, not knowing what to say.
"Why are you helping me, Brother?" Qing Lin asked, raising her head.
Jia He smiled. "Little girl, do you think I'm a good person?"
Qing Lin thought for a moment, then said, "Brother is a good person!"
"Haha, then just think of it as me doing a good deed!" Jia He said, pinching Qing Lin's little nose.
Jia He then took Qing Lin's hand and said, "Take me to the Desert Iron Mercenary Group."
Qing Lin nodded. "Alright, Brother, follow me!"
Led by Qing Lin, Jia He soon saw a courtyard. A flag fluttered above it in the wind, bearing several large words: Desert Iron Mercenary Group!
Several burly men stood atop the courtyard walls, weapons in hand, their gazes carrying a faint bloodthirst as they scanned the passing pedestrians.
"It has some presence, though its strength is a bit lacking," Jia He muttered.
One of the burly men on the wall immediately spotted Qing Lin. He frowned slightly, jumped down from the wall, and said, "Why did you go out again? Didn't I tell you not to leave unless you had something to do?"
Qing Lin immediately became nervous at his words and replied timidly, "I-I just went out to buy some cloth!"