When he saw Mo Wencheng growing angry,
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"Master Mo!! Don't get angry! Please, don't get angry!" A subordinate nearby hurried to dissuade him. "Today is your wedding day. There can't be any bloodshed..."
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Only then did Mo Wencheng let out a cold snort. Suddenly, he smiled again and instructed his men, "Fine. Everyone who comes is a guest."
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"This brat brought me a few jars of lousy wine. Seat him with the women when we eat."
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"Hahahaha! Don't let him leave, or I won't be happy!"
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With that, Mo Wencheng laughed and walked away.
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He clearly intended to humiliate this "Liu Family Village" man who didn't know what was good for him.
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"Come on, young brother! This way!" A few Black Blood Sect underlings came over and surrounded Lin Guanhuo, grinning as they spoke.
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Lin Guanhuo remained expressionless as he followed the crowd into the Black Blood Sect's main hall.
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At that moment, the hall was festooned with lanterns and decorations. Dish after dish and jug after jug of wine covered the rows of tables, steam curling upward. At the far end of the hall, a raised Stone Platform was concealed behind a long red curtain, hiding what lay beyond.
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"Sit here!" A few Black Blood Sect underlings seated Lin Guanhuo at a table full of women. "You can leave when I say you can!"
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Lin Guanhuo nodded. "Got it."
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Then he sat down.
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Around his table sat more than ten women. They were all young: the youngest were eighteen or nineteen, and even the oldest were only in their early thirties. Every one of them was alluring, adorned with gold and silver.
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Among them were Black Blood Sect female disciples, women who had come to