Mo Tingsheng saw that Qing Feng seemed intent on using force, and in the end, he cowered.
He put down the feather duster and said coldly, "Justice resides in the hearts of people. I am not a criminal, and even if you want to capture me, I am unafraid."
"Mr. Mo, you must be insulting the word 'justice.'"
Qing Feng stepped aside and gestured towards the street with a "please" motion.
Mr. Mo entered the ranks of the City God disciples and surrendered quietly.
"Zhang Yifeng, go and invite Young Master. Tell him Mo Tingsheng has been brought in, and ask him to help uncover Mo's secrets."
"Understood, Second Master."
Zhang Yifeng received Qing Feng's orders and went to the parking spot to drive over and invite Zhou Xuan.
...
The sunlight today was particularly pleasant.
Zhou Xuan was in a good mood. He opened the windows of the first-floor hall, adjusted the wooden notches on his recliner to raise it by two levels, and sat researching the tattoos of the seventh layer.
