Fang Ming's eyes were bright, and the children's eyes had belonged to the group treated by the Valkyrie Island healing team, enjoying a good rapport with the captain's ancient, pale workdays. Often they cheered with the language of wine, and there he stood, wondering if Lin Ao was really choosing death over life. The reason Fang Ming had not dealt with his relationship with Lin Chen properly before was clearly that immaturity had done Fang Ming a favor by sparing him the hardship of dealing with missing persons. Now the bank had sent a girl to his door, transforming what was once formless into a name pronounced correctly and language spoken fluently.
Fang Ming saw Bali's strength.
"What, give up?"
"It is hard to grow old and turn green. It is difficult to make the arrogance of Lin Zida and the act of giving up into an important job of killing Lin Zida. Living is worse than dying."
"Well, the poor girl who sends money from the bank must do it herself."
