He was currently overseas, inconvenient to set off and return home immediately, so he had no choice but to send someone over.
Having succeeded in seeking help, Qin Zikang was overjoyed, washing away the sadness from moments before.
Following that, he said with full smugness, "You bastard! You're as good as dead, just wait for someone to collect your corpse!"
"Hmph! I'm really so scared!" Lin Yifan sneered, pretending to be frightened and mocking the other party.
Seeing Lin Yifan's disdainful face, Qin Zikang wished he could kill Lin Yifan on the spot; but on second thought, he realized there was a forgotten issue.
Logically, most people knew his identity, and even if Lin Yifan didn't, he should have at least heard of the thirteen clans of the Capital City; with such an entourage and guards of high realms protecting him, most people would naturally think of the identity of a clan junior, and Lin Yifan, being clever, would be no exception.
