"I believe! I believe!"
Modig was already scared witless, and how could he possibly dare not to believe.
He glanced at the blood-covered Philip and a few members of the Huo Yun Sect who dared not move. He cursed:
"All you swine and dogs, dreaming of taking away my daughter in broad daylight! Just take a look, whose woman is my daughter!"
Having said that, he ingratiatingly looked at Michael. "Sir, I was confused for a while! But Isabella is your woman, I am Isabella's father, regardless, we are a family."
Michael gave a glance at Zhuge Isabella: "This father of yours, is really quite the piece of work."
And it's not just Zhuge Isabella, even the other members of the Zhuge family felt utterly embarrassed, their faces burning with shame.
"Please Senior, strip this scum of his cultivation for our Zhuge family!"
Philip, supported by Zhuge Isabella, stood up and respectfully said to Michael.
Modig's face changed dramatically.