The ancestral hall's doors were suddenly pushed open, and more than a dozen people from the Mo Family rushed in.
A young man led them, his face grim.
His gaze immediately locked onto Gongshu Wanrong. "Gongshu Wanrong, do you know what you're doing?"
Gongshu Wanrong said coldly, "Of course I do. Mo Qian, I already told you before that you made the wrong choice."
The young man named Mo Qian sneered. "Do you think you can leave this ancestral hall?"
Before Gongshu Wanrong could say anything else, Jiang Xiaohui pointed at Mo Qian and said, "Get lost!"
Mo Qian froze. He had never expected Jiang Xiaohui to still dare act so arrogantly under such circumstances.
He did not understand Jiang Xiaohui. Even in a hopeless situation, Jiang Xiaohui would still fight when it was time to fight and kill when it was time to kill. He had never known what surrender was.
He only lowered his head to people he believed were worthy of it, such as Ying Gou and Ye Jinghong.
And even then, lowering his head was not surrender, but a form of respect.
He was proud and stubborn to the bone, possessed of a spirit that never admitted defeat. Even in death, he would fight to the very end.
"What the hell are you? Men, seize them!"
Mo Qian seemed very confident. Perhaps he simply had not taken us seriously at all.
Just as Jiang Xiaohui was about to make a move, Old Ghost stopped him. "Wait a moment. Let me say a few words to him."
Naturally, Jiang Xiaohui would give Old Ghost that courtesy.
Old Ghost's body trembled as he walked up to Mo Qian. "Take your people and leave. Cough, cough. For your Grandpa's sake, I advise you not to meddle in this. Leave