The entire restaurant had descended into chaos.
Lu Chengwen looked at Ming Disha on the ceiling, constantly signaling with his eyes.
Save him! Save him!
Ming Disha was startled. He pointed at Old Daoist Mo, then at himself, his face full of question marks. I'm saving him!?
Lu Chengwen fiercely urged him with his eyes. Hurry up! If the Mo Family member really gets beaten to death, they'll definitely blame us!
Ming Disha laughed and pointed at Lu Chengwen. "You brat, you want to play the good guy for everyone, huh!"
Old Daoist Mo spat blood again and again. Fatty Liu slapped the armrest. "Why aren't you surrendering!?"
Old Daoist Mo's blood and tears mixed together. "I, a descendant of the Mo Family, would surrender to a stupid pig like you!? At worst, I'll die! Today, I'm fighting you all to the end!"
At that moment, Ming Disha drifted down and said gloomily, "I'm really fucking impressed by you Mo Family people!"
He grabbed Old Daoist Mo and, with a curved blade in hand, unleashed a flurry of dazzling slashes.
The moment Martial Uncle made his move, the situation immediately reversed.
That bizarre blade technique, along with his overwhelming strength, speed, and strange true energy, filled everyone with dread.
Everyone knew perfectly well that if they charged in bravely, they would inevitably be cut in two.
So the assault instantly slowed. Everyone looked at the people around them and realized they all felt the same way—they all understood how terrifying this old man was, and none dared rush forward to die.
Old Daoist Mo looked at Ming Disha, nearly crying. "Big Brother, what are you trying to do this time?"
Ming Disha darkened his face. "You were unjust to me, but I can't be unjust to you. Come with me."