Yingtian City.
"Brother Lin, based on my observations, you always seem to enjoy standing up for the weak," Qin Yang said.
Lin Fan responded, "That's called drawing your sword to help when injustice arises. You've been with me for a while, yet you still don't understand this principle? Honestly, a bit disappointing."
Qin Yang was at a loss for words.
He had a vague sense that something wasn't quite right. All along, Lin Fan had said they should stay low-key and avoid getting into conflicts with others. But upon closer reflection, it felt terrifying—like they weren't being provoked by others but actively going out of their way to provoke trouble themselves.
"Little girl, he doesn't get it; that's his problem. But you can't be clueless. Remember one thing."
"Draw your sword to help when injustice arises."
Lin Fan wanted to impart his own code of conduct to the little girl. Even if he got himself beaten to death one day, at least there would be someone to carry on his legacy.
