Mo Nanjue's gaze swept over them; these were his confidants, his right-hand men all along. For Tong Ran, he once dealt with Li Qin, but now...
He stood on the stairs for a while, his tall and upright figure bathed in the thin light of the sunset. Without saying anything else, he went downstairs and walked toward the door. "Don't follow me anymore."
The men in black looked at each other in disbelief; this sentence undoubtedly confirmed...
Naturally, no one was willing to, and those present all knelt where he stood. "Young Master!"
Mo Nanjue kept his back straight; he did not turn around and walked straight out.
The atmosphere settled like dead silence; the men in black all hung their heads low. Mo Nanjue's orders were never disobeyed, but with such an order, following it wasn't right, nor was disobeying it...
