Hearing Li Dehong's threatening voice, Xu Hao chuckled softly, "Now you're thinking about the Mao Family? What a pity, actually, the Mao Family abandoned you long ago. With me here, do you really think they would dare to send someone to die?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The Mao Family would never abandon me!" Li Dehong roared in panic.
"Ah, you told the Mao Family before noon, right? With their means, they could easily send a plane to back you up, yet they didn't. Haven't you realized why? It's because they don't want to save you!
The Mao Family has crossed paths with me three times already. They're just a commercial family, incredibly wealthy, I admit that. But they don't dare go head-to-head with me, because I would wipe them out! Do you understand?!" Xu Hao said disdainfully.
When he learned that the Mao Family was backing Li Dehong, he immediately suspected they wouldn't send help, especially with himself, the God of Slaughter, present.
