Mo Xing grabbed Liu Bin by the hair, his arm jerked violently, pulling Liu Bin's head and smashing it hard against the wall beside them.
"No!" Huang Yun yelled in despair, his face a picture of hopelessness. These young masters were bent on killing Liu Bin.
But he didn't even have the courage to stop them. Who was Mo Xing? A few years ago, he was the one who turned the Imperial Capital upside down with a wave of blood and violence, defiant and unyielding.
Who was Ye Wudao? A man of extreme recklessness, he didn't even care about his own master—let alone give a glance to other young masters or the high-ranking officials from the province.
Liu Bin's body slowly collapsed against the wall, his eyes filled with confusion, spirit all but gone. Those two hits had completely dazed him.
"All of you stop right now, or I'll shoot!" A young police officer suddenly picked up a pistol from the ground and pointed it at them, shouting loudly.
