Lin Mu knew perfectly well that when a man stood beneath another's eaves, he had no choice but to bow his head.
They outnumbered him and held the advantage; for now, he was no match for them.
For the moment, he could only endure!
Once he got through this phase, he would make them repay it a hundredfold.
He stepped forward and began consoling Gu Moxiu.
Yet he did not speak. Instead, he secretly made hand gestures.
What had happened had already happened. Grief, rage, and fury were all meaningless.
If they wanted revenge, they had to leave here alive today.
Only by living did they have the right to speak of revenge.
Moreover, today was the first day of their mission.
Their master had placed great hopes on them and sent them out to stir up the situation.
This was only the first day—no, to be precise, only a few hours had passed.
They had gone to the Zeta Family in the afternoon, and it was not even nine o'clock yet.
Yet they had suffered a crushing defeat.
Shen Wuxiao had captured them just like that.
It had happened absurdly fast.
Though Gu Moxiu was heartbroken, he could still distinguish what mattered most.
Different enemies naturally required different methods of dealing with them.
Shen Wuxiao and the others were sinister and vicious. If he wanted to leave this place whole and intact, he needed to calm down. He had to calm down.
No matter how they humiliated him today, he had to endure it.
It was at that moment that Shen Wuxiao spoke.
"Enough. Stop mocking him. His beloved has died; this is the time of his deepest grief."
Shen Wuxiao walked over and looked at Gu Moxiu. "President Gu, please accept my condolences. As the saying goes, when