The more he talked, the more excited Mo Shengjie became, almost drooling.
The thought of finally getting the chance to take down Mo Hongyan, that top-notch beauty, stirred him uncontrollably, and he shamefully became aroused.
With thieving eyes, he looked at Mo Hongyan, her lightly dressed appearance, and her swelling chest only intensified his impulse, making him want to pounce on her right then.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder as Xu Qianli pinched him, prompting Mo Shengjie to scream in agony and forcefully turn to Xu Qianli, "Let go, you motherfucker! You dare lay a hand on me, looking for death?"
Mo Shengjie's bodyguards quickly stepped forward, surrounding Xu Qianli.
The leader, a burly man in his thirties radiating murderous intent, growled fiercely, "Release our young master immediately, or I'll kill you, boy! Don't make me repeat myself, or you'll only have one way out—death!"
