"Stop!" Mo Qian Yuan stopped the guard just in time when the sharp blade was hanging a few centimeters away from Mo Xuan Fei's neck.
Mo Xuan Fei had closed his eyes, resigned to his fate when he heard Mo Qian Yuan's voice.
"Work for me and I will let you go." Mo Qian Yuan bent down, so he could be in the same eye level with him as he raised Mo Xuan Fei's head to look back at him. "Work for me and I will let this slide."
A derisive smile appeared in the corner of his bloody lips, his eyes had lost its spark, they look like they were dead.
"What crazy motivation that you have until you can think that I will work for you?" Mo Xuan Fei hissed in disgust.
"You will work for me because I said so." Mo Qian Yuan raised one of his eyebrows challengingly, dared Mo Xuan Fei to say otherwise. "You will not regret it and thank me in the end." He added.
