Ye Tianhua, who had originally intended to take Xu Xiangzhi last night, was angry that someone had beaten him to the punch, his eyes about to skew with rage.
"Who dares to harm her?" A lazy voice echoed through the air.
"Who's that?" Ye Tianhua, enraged that someone dared to interfere in his affairs, shouted angrily.
Being the City Lord of Changqing City, those who dared to provoke him were courting death.
Xu Xiangzhi, looking up and spotting Mo Huasong in the sky, cried out in alarm, urging him to leave, "This matter has nothing to do with you, hurry up and go."
As it was, in the sky, there were not only Mo Huasong, but also Nine Dragons Fish, Su Weidong, Mu En, and Fat Dragon.
Su Weidong and Mu En had initially planned to leave earlier this morning.
But Mo Huasong had promised to buy materials from the trading company last night to help them refine a fourth-grade talisman.
