The three old men had their hands locked by iron chains, and the chains that bound them were connected together, with one end in Yue Ling's hand.
"You want to save these three old chaps?" Yue Ling, standing behind the three old men, held a sharp dagger against Qin Chuan's neck, his gaze sinisterly focused on Lin Fei.
"If you dare to take one step closer, I'll make these old guys lose their heads."
Lin Fei looked at Yue Ling and said, "What exactly do you want?"
Yue Ling's eyes flashed with a hateful glow and said, "Lin Fei, you've killed so many of my men; what do you think I want?"
"I want you to abolish your martial arts and tell me your master's whereabouts, otherwise I'll kill these three old chaps."
Having said that, Yue Ling pressed the blade against Qin Chuan's neck, its sharp edge immediately cutting into Qin Chuan's skin, with blood seeping out.
