Lan Xiao opened his eyes and looked at that person. His nose turned sour and the tears in his eyes fell uncontrollably.
"Wen Muchu, Qianqian."
Yes, Wen Muchu was here.
It turned out that he had not left yet.
Wen Muchu frowned as he looked at Lan Xiao's bloodied appearance. He trembled and clenched his fist. Without any hesitation, he snatched the long stick from one of his followers and swung it at his followers without a word.
Due to his quick movements, his attacks were ruthless and accurate. With one strike, the two underlings were caught off guard and their bodies fell far away.
The rest of the people finally reacted.
There were two men who were quite tall. They looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and snorted.
While Wen Muchu was dealing with the other underlings, the two of them took a step back, their right hand holding the handle of the long stick, their left hand on the lower part of the long stick, and both hands gently twisted it.
