Especially that innocent smile tinged with a trace of wickedness, whenever Qian Xing thought of it, he felt a chill in his heart.
Mo Hua, holding the Thousand Jun Stick, sized up Qian Xing with his gaze, evidently pondering something.
Qian Xing's face instantly turned pale, and he threatened harshly, "I am the legitimate heir of the Qian Family, you can't kill me!"
"Really?"
Qian Xing struggled to retreat, completely disregarding the pain of his severed arm, and muttered, "Don't come any closer!"
Mo Hua put on a deliberately sinister expression and said, "I will ask you a few questions. If you answer truthfully, I will not kill you."
Although he hadn't intended to kill Qian Xing in the first place, only to intimidate him and ask some questions.
Qian Xing gritted his teeth and nodded, "Fine!"
Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked, "Can outsiders enter your Qian family?"
"What outsiders?"
"People who are not from the Qian family."
