With that voice, Ming Cuilian's body on the hospital bed trembled slightly, her eyes filled with panic.
The speaker was none other than Ming Yong, the very person responsible for breaking her shin with an iron rod that day.
Mo Han saw the fear in his godmother's eyes and felt rage in his heart.
Although he was not Ming Cuilian's biological son, she had raised him all these years.
He smiled faintly, holding Ming Cuilian's wrist gently, and whispered, "Mom, it's okay, I'm here."
The mention only made Ming Cuilian more panicked, "Han, you should hurry out the back door, don't worry about mom."
"Ming Yong is not like those hoodlums from last time; he's now with the Martial Alliance..."
Last time, Mo Han had dealt with Huang Mao and his gang, but Huang Mao was just a small-time thug.
The Martial Alliance was different; it was a place specifically for practicing martial arts, far stronger than any small-time thugs.
Ming Cuilian was worried that Mo Han would be at a disadvantage.
