Pang Xiangliang saw the frustration on Pang Wenjun's face and shook his head, suggesting, "Pang Wenjun, you shouldn't blame Mr. Mo; it's fate. Mr. Mo has been kind to our Pang Family Villa. Even if our villa is destroyed, we shouldn't hold any grudges."
"Fine, if we are doomed, so be it." Pang Wenjun inhaled deeply, his gaze maliciously fixated on Zou Yiqiu.
In the world of martial arts, life is always on the line; he's come to accept that.
Meanwhile, Mo Huasong grievously glared at Pang Wenjun, asking, "What's this all about? Why are you talking about death?"
"Mr. Mo, why are you still making heartless remarks? We are about to die." Pang Wenjun was disheartened again by Mo Huasong's words.
"You won't die tonight." Mo Huasong reassured them as he approached Zou Yiqiu.
