Old Daoist Mo refused to leave, but Fatty Liu's men forcibly took him away.
Long Aotian secretly gave him an injection. Old Daoist Mo immediately sucked in a cold breath, the pain and spasms leaving him unable to speak. He could only point at Lu Chengwen and Mo Zicheng.
Lu Chengwen said, "Rest assured, Daoist. We will never let a bad person go, and we will never wrong a good one!"
Mo Zicheng also said, "Daoist, go get some rest. I'm here. Lu Chengwen won't be able to stir up any trouble."
Inside a room.
Lu Chengwen, Mo Zicheng, and Fatty Liu were all in the room.
Fatty Liu smiled. "This is the most secret room in my home. It's safe and secluded. Only my closest friends get to talk here."
The implication was that all his secret dealings were discussed here. No one could possibly overhear them.
Mo Zicheng said, "Lu Chengwen, what game are you playing? They're clearly Demon Race demonesses. Why did you stop me from capturing them? If it weren't for your relationship with my younger brother, you'd have been the first one I dealt with today!"
Lu Chengwen said with a grin, "Second Brother, calm down. Don't get so worked up!"
"There's nothing to discuss!" Mo Zicheng waved a hand. "Today, I have to capture them alive and report back. Whoever stops me dies!"
Lu Chengwen leaned closer to Mo Zicheng. "Second Brother, here's how I see it."
"The conflict between us and the Tianwu Clan is, after all, an internal conflict among our people. Besides, it's been peaceful for so long now. There hasn't been a war in ages. Both sides have settled down, and there isn't that much hatred left. This is good."
"No! They may not be fighting now, but what if