Mo Huasong called his mother, learned that she was still at the Mu Group, and proposed that everyone should get together for dinner tonight. He planned to give them protective magic artifacts.
With time to spare, Mo Huasong headed to school.
At the Mo family residence in Capital City.
In an unassuming small building, the senior Mo was sitting on an antique Taishi Chair with crutches tightly clasped in his hands. Several men, among whom was Mo Lin, stood with the utmost respect in front of him.
At a glance, an outsider could hardly believe that this humbly furnished room was the mammoth Mo's residence.
"Sir, we've already checked all the suspicious people within a hundred miles yet found nothing," Mo Lin stood reportin,g softly.
"Impossible. Hua Bai must have been killed by Mo Huasong. He hired someone to do it," the father of Mo Huabai, Mo Chengzhen, screamed. "Right, isn't Wu Yuzhen from the Wu family? The Wu family must be involved in this!"
