Now his goal had gone unmet, and he had instead given the other man an opportunity to push his luck...
When Lin Mo said nothing, Red-Hair asked with a grin, "You always keep your word. You're not going to break it this time, are you?"
Lin Mo frowned slightly. "I never promised you anything."
"Hey, you can't do that." Red-Hair's face had turned a little pale from blood loss. "You said it yourself: taking my arm was the price for becoming your godfather. Don't try to fool me, kid."
Not wanting to waste any more words on him, Lin Mo tossed Red-Hair's arm straight back to him.
Red-Hair immediately caught it. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing happened today," Lin Mo said flatly.
"No way," Red-Hair protested. "Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. Take it back."
With that, he tossed the arm to Lin Mo again.
Lin Mo hadn't intended to catch it, but seeing Red-Hair's left arm about to hit the ground, he reconsidered and caught it. "Are you sick in the head?"
"Hahaha!" Red-Hair laughed. "Well, I am a patient right now. Oh dear, I've lost too much blood. Your godfather's feeling dizzy. Son, come give your godfather a hand."
As he spoke, Red-Hair deliberately swayed a couple of times.
Lin Mo's mouth twitched. He simply put Red-Hair's left arm into System Space, then said rather petulantly, "You're the one who insisted on giving it to me. Don't ask for it back later!"
"Don't worry. Your godfather never regrets his word," Red-Hair said with a grin. "Still, if I don't stop the bleeding soon, I really might be in trouble. You know medicine. Come patch me up."
"Go find your ship doctor."
With that, Lin Mo walked straight past Red-Hair.
Lin Shuai immediately scampered after