Lin Mingyu, a cigarette dangling from his lips, felt that for once, he finally had one up on that guy.
He swaggered over and looked down at Mu Ziquan. "Need me to carry you up?"
The next second, Mu Ziquan's gaze nearly made him wet his pants.
Hearing the voice, Mu Ziquan snapped his head up, his eyes filled with an indescribable intensity.
The aura he'd honed on the battlefield was like a blade drawn from its sheath, radiating an intimidating pressure.
Fortunately, he quickly realized the other man meant well and had come over to help.
'Even if his eyes hold contempt and pity, a gentleman is judged by his actions, not his intentions. The man's actions are good.'
So Mu Ziquan reined in his imposing presence and offered a gentle smile. "That won't be necessary. I can walk up on my own."
"Uh... okay." Lin Mingyu fiddled awkwardly with his cigarette butt and shuffled to the side.
