And just as Mo Zhenggang was about to die, his body was suddenly and violently thrown out.
Thud—
Mo Zhenggang's body slammed into the ground, and he immediately began to cough violently.
"Cough cough cough cough..." Mo Zhenggang gasped for air, with snot and saliva flowing out.
"Young Master." Shang Shi respectfully offered a handkerchief.
Hao Yansen wiped his hands as if he had just touched something dirty.
"Who are you people?" Mo Zhenggang's demeanor had obviously weakened a lot, and his eyes could hardly conceal his terror, "Why are you doing this to me? How have I offended you?"
"Bring me the stick." Hao Yansen didn't answer him and simply extended his hand indifferently.
Yun Long immediately and eagerly handed over a very thick stick to him.
Seeing him walking over calmly with the stick, Mo Zhenggang was even more terrified.
He struggled desperately to back away, his whole body trembling, "What are you going to do..."
