In an instant, the thousands who rushed to support were given a harsh lesson by Wang Chou, and not a single person dared to move forward recklessly.
When they set off just now, they each swore to make the evil Wang Chou pay, but now, thinking back, it felt like a slap on their faces.
"Let me handle this."
At this moment, a calm voice rang out.
They saw a young man, dressed in gray linen clothes, slowly separating the crowd and walking to the front.
This person's eyes were flawed, unable to see.
He spoke words of utmost tranquility.
Yet, among everyone present, there was no one who dared to show even a hint of disdain towards him.
For he was Mo Yiqiang.
Mo Yiqiang came to the front of the crowd, and although he couldn't see, he pinpointed Wang Chou's location with Precision.
