"The nervousness on Mo Ke's face disappeared, replaced by anger. Since the in-name leader Ming Long left, the White Tiger Gang seemed to have become easy prey for anyone who wanted to provoke them."
"Father, don't worry. I'll go out and deal with this person."
Mo Qing stood up and offered to take action.
"Go ahead, it's time to give them a little surprise."
Mo Ke nodded, placing his trust in Mo Qing. Ever since Mo Fang followed Ming Long, he had become much more stable, but it wasn't the outcome Mo Ke desired.
But Mo Qing has always followed my orders, and her performance has always satisfied me. So, in the next month's sect leader election, he intends to promote Mo Qing to the top position, while Mo Fang will be tasked with managing the other docks.
"Yes, Father."
Mo Qing nodded, raised her sword, and left.
"I think this must be the dungeon."
