The Weird Art Female Teacher's voice was quiet, carrying a sinister hint of malice, but everyone nearby heard her perfectly clearly.
The muscles in Lin Yi's face twitched violently.
What do you mean, "has a taste for that"? In that atmosphere, never mind whatever you were like-even if the Peng Zu and the Jade Maiden Painting had materialized, I wouldn't have taken another fucking look, okay!
But although he said that inwardly, he said nothing aloud.
The Fanatics' Sub-Leader had originally focused all his attention on Lao Mo, but at those words, his gaze fell on Lin Yi beside him.
The next moment, a fierce, terrifying gleam suddenly appeared in his eyes. "You! Hey, you actually dared to bring someone with an 'Identity Credential' here?!"
Facing the Sub-Leader's questioning, Lao Mo remained calm. "Who I bring here is none of your business."
"You!" The Sub-Leader was at a loss for words, but did not argue with Lao Mo here. "If you're looking to die, don't come dying on our turf! Our little temple can't accommodate a great Buddha like you!"
At that, Lao Mo's lifeless face twitched in a hollow smile. "Then I'll be leaving..."
"You! Hey, don't-don't leave yet!" The Sub-Leader gritted his teeth, then pointed at Lin Yi's nose. "Everything stays the same, but this fellow... you'll have to protect him yourself. Once he gets past here, whether he lives or dies is none of our responsibility."
"It never needed to be your responsibility." Lao Mo sneered.
"Um... boss..." The Fanatic dangling in Lao Mo's grip spoke hoarsely. "You can keep talking... but could you put me down first..."
The Sub-Leader looked at Lao Mo.
Lao Mo gently released his grip, and the Fanatic slid limply to the ground, gasping for breath as though already drenched in sweat.