Lin Kuisheng had not expected those words of his to frighten Lin Chusheng even more.
Lin Chusheng dared even less to loosen his hands. He locked both arms around his uncle's waist, practically hanging from him.
Originally, Lin Kuisheng had merely been leading Lin Chusheng as they fled. Now, it was practically the same as carrying him, slowing him down even further.
At that moment, Lin Kuisheng wished he could slap his useless nephew to death. Unfortunately, this was still his own flesh and blood. He could neither bring himself to do it nor abandon him.
Left with no choice, Lin Kuisheng sharply drew a breath, grabbed Lin Chusheng, and darted away. His speed increased somewhat, and he soon caught up with Shi Tiannan.
Sensing Lin Kuisheng catching up, Shi Tiannan could not help turning to look. Seeing Lin Chusheng tucked beneath Lin Kuisheng's right arm, he said with a trace of surprise, "As expected of an expert from the Heavenly Sword Sect. You can catch up even while carrying someone. Impressive indeed."
The corners of Lin Kuisheng's mouth twitched involuntarily. He was already furious inside. At a time like this, Shi Tiannan was still saying such irrelevant things to him. This was outrageous.
Had circumstances not forced his hand, he would ordinarily have written off this friend. At worst, they could fight it out.
"Who exactly is it?" Lin Kuisheng asked coldly.
Seemingly sensing Lin Kuisheng's chill, Shi Tiannan answered, "Fan Zhongkun has gone on a killing spree!"
"What?" Lin Kuisheng cried in astonishment. "So what if Fan Zhongkun has gone on a killing spree? Can he really frighten so many of you?"
"Idiot!"
"Ignorant fool!"
"So this is Lin Kuisheng of the Heavenly Sword Sect? Heh, that's all I have to say."
No sooner had Lin Kuisheng spoken