Mo Yuantu clenched the intel tightly in his hand, and with gritted teeth he seethed, "Wenrou (Gentle)!"
"This murderer!"
"This damnable executioner! A lowly hired killer whose name actually is Gentle, he has no shame!"
"Spread the news. All Supreme Mountain disciples abroad are to hunt down Wenrou, the Heavenly Judge assassin. I want him alive!"
Blood seeped from Mo Yuantu's lips as he snarled, "I want this 'Gentle' to beg for life but fail to die!"
"Let's go!"
The trio left one after another.
Old Zhou struggled to sit up on the bed, "Master!"
Mo Yuantu, as if he hadn't heard him, strode out the door.
Despair was written all over Old Zhou's face, but a malicious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Bam!
The last to leave, Madam Mo casually sent a forceful palm strike, and with a slap, it landed on Old Zhou's chest.
A 'so this is how it ends' look flashed in Old Zhou's eyes as he managed to squeeze out his final words, "...Mercy!"
