"Zimo sis, it's Jiang Feng Hall!" Jian Dan blurted out the notorious name.
"Jiang Feng Hall?"
"Yun, notify Yong, Jiang Feng Hall dares to hurt the lass, death!" Qiu Zimo spoke coldly.
"Yes!"
Just as the assassins outside the window were about to make their move, they received a call from above.
The one who answered the phone turned pale in an instant, and after hanging up, said with a trembling voice, "Retreat quickly!"
"What's going on?"
"What that little girl said was true, Master Mo himself has spoken!" The man's legs seemed to no longer belong to him.
The others, upon hearing this news, were filled with fear in their eyes.
The next second, they vanished from outside the hospital's window...
"They left?" Jian Hui asked in surprise.
"What else could they do?"
"Impressive!" Jian Hui gave Jian Dan a thumbs up.
"No! Sister Zimo is more impressive."