The guard was caught off guard, and Mo Beiyan instantly dispatched a few next to him, but guards with whips emerged from the cabin, "Stop!"
Mo Nanjue raised his hand and swung it forcefully. The curved saber in his hand directly stabbed into Xie Yanghua's left leg, slicing open a bloody gash that went down to the bone. He screamed in pain, "Ah—"
Mo Beiyan's arm was completely entangled by a whip. He yanked it backward, throwing a few people out. More rushed forward immediately...
It's utterly impossible to finish the fight.
Mo Beiyan retreated two steps to the side, his back pressed against Mo Nanjue's. He lowered his voice, "It's no good, there are too many of them. Where are Li Qin's people?"
Still not here to assist?!
Mo Nanjue clenched his fists tightly. He suddenly turned sideways, gripping the guard's hand holding a gun and aimed it at Xie Yanghua to shoot—
Bang!
A gunshot rang out abruptly beside him.
