"Damn."
The masters of the Mo Family were all stunned. It seemed the other party was well-prepared. Had they been plotted against?
"Who are you chivalrous fellows? Why block our way?"
Mo Ling stepped forward, questioning Long Qie and Titan.
As the old butler of the Mo Family, he held some authority and could sometimes make decisions on behalf of the Family Head.
Just then, a voice drifted from afar, eerily reaching them.
"You are from the Mo Family, aren't you?"
"Hmm?"
The Mo Family masters looked up to see a refined young man dressed in a suit, slowly approaching with a cigarette in his mouth.
It was Xiao Zheng.
Mo Ling, unaware of the newcomer's identity, cautiously asked, "Young man, please forgive my poor eyesight, who might you be?"