He Mingge blocked in front of Mo Wen diagonally. Mo Wen had disregarded him, and it made him feel as though as his authority was being challenged. Based on status alone, he was not any worse than Su Boyu.
"F*ck off."
A cold look flashed through Mo Wen's eyes.
An intangible mighty aura had descended upon and overwhelmed He Mingge.
He Mingge's body froze. It was as if he had been gripped tightly by a huge, invisible hand. The surrounding air had solidified, and other than his pupils that could still rotate around twice, he had realized to his terror that he was unable to move his entire body.
"All those people who are harboring thoughts of Qin Xiaoyou, you had best keep your thoughts to yourself. If not, you'll become the next Su Boyu."
Mo Wen waved his hand once, and an intense gust of wind was directed at He Mingge, which had caused him to fall to the ground. Then, he held onto Qin Xiaoyou's hand and pulled her to his side.
