Li Haiqing ordered the two martial artists nearby, "You two, go kill Mo Huasong."
"No." Pang Wenjun yelled.
The great elder of the Mukong Sect was already dead; these people were no match for him.
Li Haiqing, apprehensive, said to Mo Huasong, "Mo Huasong, I promise you, as long as you die, I will let your mother go."
Hehehe, I will release your mother, but then she will be caught by other members of the Li family, and that will have nothing to do with me. Li Haiqing shamelessly sneered in his heart.
It was Li Zitao who made him deal with Wu Yuzhen, and he had long desired to take her for his own amusement.
Once Mo Huasong dies, Wu Yuzhen and He Lin would definitely become his playthings.
"Li Haiqing, I hope you keep your word." Mo Huasong turned to Pang Wenjun and said, "Keep an eye on them, if they break their promise, kill them."
"Mr. Mo!" Pang Wenjun exclaimed.
