Lin Nianbei listened to Lin Murong's words and felt something was off.
The more he listened, the more off it seemed.
"Murong."
"It's okay, uncle. You're my uncle, I should help you. But Galaxy is also my friend, one of my few friends—I can't just send my friend to his death because of you." Lin Murong waved his hand, his face resolute.
Lin Nianbei: "..."
Definitely off.
But he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Most of the Superpower Users Lin Nianbei brought were almost knocked out, and the few remaining were responsible for carrying people back. Su Yinhe didn't want to listen to him, leaving Lin Nianbei no choice but to give her a deep look and leave with his people.
His cold hadn't healed and he got drenched again in rain. As expected, his condition worsened when he got back.
After Lin Nianbei left, Qin Mingzhou gave Lin Murong a thumbs up.
"Not bad at all. Quite the speaker."
"That's right. I know exactly what my uncle is up to." Lin Murong was a bit proud.