"Highway robbery, intentional murder, trafficking in women, any one of those could get you a bullet!"
Mo Han uttered coldly, too lazy to play with the other party any longer, and fiercely elbowed backwards.
With a bang, Li Ge's shoulder was struck, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground. By the time he recovered, he saw Mo Han was already holding him by the neck, suspended mid-air.
Knowing he weighed over 180 kilograms, let alone lifting him, even picking him up was not something an average person could do.
But here, this young man named Mo Han, was effortlessly holding him up with just his left hand while his right hand was drawn back.
Only then did Li Ge remember what He Chen had said, "Seeking death like an old man eating arsenic!"
Damn, so this young man is the real expert.
Misjudged! What a misjudgment!
