"Go Lao'er, stop it!"
People's reputation casts long shadows. Go Lao'er's ruthlessness in Jiangling City was well-known, and Yellow Hair knew it all too well. Without a second thought, he knelt down with a thud, begging for mercy.
With his own older brother kneeling, Yellow Hair's underlings naturally followed suit, kneeling and weeping for mercy.
Ming Cuilian didn't know how Mo Han had come to know Go Lao'er. Although she disliked these hoodlums, she thought Go Lao'er was too cruel. She tugged at Mo Han's sleeve, advising, "Han'er, show mercy where you can. Don't go too far."
Mo Han could ignore what others said but he had to listen to his godmother.
"Hmm!"
Just as Yellow Hair and his men were pinned to the ground, about to be dealt with, Mo Han spoke up, "Wait!"
He walked over, hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "Who was it that flipped my mom's stall just now?"
