Mo Feng was fast. He had just left the main hall when he caught up with Liu Yi and the others, sending the latter flying with a single palm strike.
"Protector Mo! I am just a small fry, spare me!"
Liu Yi hurriedly knelt on the ground, pleading for mercy.
"Spare you? What value do you possess that would make me spare your life?"
Mo Feng lifted his eyelids and glanced at Liu Yi.
Hearing this, Liu Yi became extremely anxious. If he couldn't come up with something of value, he feared Mo Feng would slaughter him without hesitation.
"I can help you deal with Lin Ya! That woman, the Young Master of the Black Market, is incredibly cautious and possesses many trump cards. Even a Third Level Great Master like you might not be able to defeat her."
"But I am the young master of the Baiyue Trade Association, and she trusts me implicitly. If I were to ambush her, I have at least a ninety percent chance of ensuring her death."
A cold glint flashed in Liu Yi's eyes.
