C262 Ruoxi Qin Yufeng

"Now, you can tell me who sent you," Zhao Lin said calmly, the Magic Sword chillingly poised at the young man's throat. "We're just following orders from the organization. We get paid to do the job; there's no way we could know who's behind it." The young man's face was etched with regret, realizing he had bragged too much that day.

"Is that what you call qualifications?" Zhao Lin sneered