"Man Lin, is it you? It's Ting Ting."
Zhang Yuting, standing aside, began to negotiate incessantly.
Meanwhile, across the way, Chen Mo and Murong Xue exchanged glances, both seeing the amusement in each other's eyes.
Before long, the dense sound of footsteps rose again.
Following that, more than twenty gangsters suddenly rushed forward.
"Murong boss, leave these punks to me."
Chen Mo forcefully kneaded Murong Xue's buttocks, then, without any hesitation, charged forward.
"Who the hell did it?"
A leader who arrived at the scene immediately roared out.
He noticed Zhang Daqiang and others lying on the ground.
Chen Mo scoffed disdainfully.
"Hack him to death!"
The gang of more than twenty men charged straight at Chen Mo.
After a short while, despite Chen Mo intentionally restraining his strength,
soon, all the gangsters were laid out on the ground.
"Is this really Chen Mo himself?"
