"Bang!"
Just as the dagger was about to stab into Mo Han's lower abdomen, a loud noise suddenly came from outside.
The door to the basement burst open, and a man dressed as a waiter rushed in, his voice flustered, "Boss Cao, it's bad! Lots of people are storming in!"
Cao Yunwei furrowed his brows and nervously replied, "Who are they? Who has the guts to come here and cause trouble at Splendid Golden Pavilion?"
"I... I don't know," the waiter stammered.
"Useless!" Cao Yunwei slapped the waiter across the face.
Wang Mazhi finally snapped to his senses, and with a sweeping gesture, he bellowed angrily, "Brothers, grab your weapons and follow me out to take them down!"
"Yes!"
Over thirty men in black responded in unison, picking up iron rods and steel blades as they charged out, bristling with anger.
Wang Mazhi also grabbed a homemade gun, a terrifying tool for intimidation.
With so many people and the homemade gun, Cao Yunwei and his son felt a bit more at ease.
