Yan Lin's eyes were firm but still a bit cloudy. If he hadn't seen that kid chasing people with a knife on the street, Tang Rao might have almost believed Yan Lin's nonsense.
What idol? He definitely did not want to be the idol of a madman.
"Look, the man on the Divine Beast Car is the idol of this murder maniac, surely not a good person. We know who it is, let's stay far away from him in the future, otherwise, our lives might be at stake!"
An old man with snow-white hair, barely able to walk steadily, passed by the Divine Beast Car and whispered to those around him.
He thought the outside was so chaotic that speaking a few words softly wouldn't be heard by the people in the car. But he was wrong; Tang Rao not only heard it but heard it clearly.
At that moment, he didn't blame the old man, only blamed Yan Lin for talking nonsense. What idol, he and this man couldn't even be considered acquaintances!
