"Ahhhh." A flash of white light, followed by the screams of several black-clothed martial artists outside the Mo family.
Mo Huasong sneered and said, "As I said before, since you've come to meddle, don't plan on leaving. Die here."
"Hell, am I dreaming? Is Mr. Mo this powerful?" Pang Xiangliang muttered, raising a hand to slap his men.
Pang Yishan, sharp-eyed, noticed Pang Xiangliang's raised hand intending to confirm if they were dreaming, immediately backed away.
Pang Xiangliang saw Pang Yishan dodge and moved to slap Pang Wenjun.
"Ouch." Pang Wenjun shrieked. "It hurts."
"Hehe, good, your pain proves I'm not dreaming." Pang Xiangliang nodded excitedly.
Pang Wenjun grimaced, "Boss, why didn't you slap Pang Yishan? I'm about to be badly hurt by your slaps."
Pang Xiangliang retorted, "Pang Yishan isn't here anymore, who else would I slap?"
Pang Wenjun turned his head to see that the damned Pang Yishan had actually slipped away.
