"Is Lin Lang really that bold? He actually dares to make a move on Elder Zhao?"
"He probably doesn't understand how formidable Elder Zhao is!"
"It's simply asking for death!"
Just as the tense atmosphere in the arena made everyone think a great battle was about to erupt—
"Hold on!"
From outside the arena, Zou Limu approached with steady steps.
With a helpless look in his eyes, he advised the two:
"Mr. Lin, Old Zhao, you both are the pillars of our Special Agent Bureau, how can you engage in internal conflict? It's not a good look if others see us this way! Let's discuss this calmly, don't harm the harmony!"
In the Special Agent Bureau, Elder Zou held great respect; his words were like a bucket of cold water, temporarily quelling the anger in Zhao Jinyuan's eyes.
Seeing Elder Zou step in, though Zhao Jinyuan was still fuming inside, he suppressed his fierce intentions and said to Lin Lang:
