Mo Huasong knew this was Capital City, where caution was necessary.
Even if he wasn't afraid, he also didn't want to kill too many people all at once.
He wanted Fat Dragon to lead him to those Black Country ninjas, to take revenge for Mu Fanxuan first.
"Back off, all of you back off." Brother Six never imagined that he could actually control himself, and he shrieked in fear.
Life was precious, even if he was once arrogant, he dared not gamble with his life.
Seeing Brother Six held hostage by Mo Huasong, the martial artists dared not make any rash movements.
But just because they didn't dare to move, didn't mean Mo Huasong wouldn't, right?
Mo Huasong gave Brother Six a powerful kick in the groin, making a "snapping" sound. Brother Six bent over like a cooked lobster, his face as pained as if his parents had just died.
"It hurts so much." Brother Six gritted his teeth, feeling like his testicles had been shattered.
