"That's right, if you're unwilling, then I'll go myself."
"Brother Shan, you've misunderstood. You're so badly injured, it's better to hide and recuperate. We'll go instead."
"No way. After all, I was once the leader of Five Lakes Society. I can't just sit back and watch the society be destroyed overnight." Mo Qingshan's face was extraordinarily resolute, as if facing death.
A few subordinates urged in unison: "Brother Shan!"
"No need to say more, let's go right now, take my car. There's some guns and ammunition inside that will come in handy later."
"Alright then."
The subordinates exchanged a glance, reluctantly agreed, and quickly drove straight to the place of the violent conflict.
At the Five Lakes Society headquarters, people were in a heated fight when suddenly a burst of gunfire sounded outside, followed by someone shouting loudly: "Brother Shan is back!"
