The man in black raised his hand, ready to shoot him.
The man reached out to pull down his mask.
The man in black was taken aback, his eyes almost falling out, "Bo, boss..."
Li Qin gave him a look, then shouted, "Come out, all of you!"
Mo Nanjue squinted, the men in black understood, supporting him as they walked outside. As soon as they reached the exit, those people raised their guns simultaneously, aiming at them.
Mo Nanjue sneered coldly, his tongue lightly pressing against the corner of his mouth, the taste of blood heavy, "Luo Xiao taught you well, each of you holding your guns so high. Who has the guts to shoot first? Come on, fire a shot, let me taste it."
The crowd glanced at each other, but no one dared to shoot.
Li Qin stared at Mo Nanjue's wound, his eyes reddening as well. He turned to those people and said, "You all go down, I need to talk to him."
"But the Hall Master said to capture Mo Nanjue alive..."
