Several minutes passed by.
At the parking lot of the Everlasting Feast Hall, Liu Hao's group of four was thrown on the cold concrete floor like dead dogs. As a big man kicked their bodies to wake them, their expression greatly changed as they saw Mo Awu sneering at them. "You foursome truly know how to blow your mouth and talk big, yet you just fainted with one hit? Spit out, who are you? Of course, you can choose to keep your mouth shut, but I don't think you shits can afford the result."
Liu Hao crawled up from the ground and reached out to touch his waist, only to have his expression change as he found that the dagger on his waist was no longer there.
Mo Awu's hand moved to the back, took out the dagger, and threw it in front of Liu Hao. Then, he lightly smiled and spoke, "You're looking for this? That junk poses no threat to us at all."
