"Ah!" Before the assembled guests, dozens of Shen Family servants charged at the bard standing inside the room, intending to beat him soundly before throwing him out of the Yuan Family residence.
These men were different from the ones who had previously tried to take Suoliya back. They were more numerous and more heavily built, but someone with Zeng Mu's keen eye could tell from their steps and hands that they were merely ordinary servants with a little extra strength, not fighters with years of martial training like the previous group.
For that very reason, the instant they attacked Suoliya on Shen Mo's orders, Zeng Mu moved as well. In a single moment, he knocked them all to the floor. Those outside the door did not even see how he had done it. They only caught a flashing silhouette that vanished immediately, and when they opened their eyes again, the dozen or so servants who had been so aggressive were sprawled on the ground, clutching their heads or chests, their grimaces plain evidence of their pain.
The turn of events exceeded everyone's expectations. Shen Mo was no exception, and his face filled with shock.
He had never imagined that this unknown fellow who had arrived with Zhao Mingyin possessed abilities so far beyond an ordinary person's. Even with his extensive experience as a merchant, he had never seen a fighter of this caliber. The fellow was so powerful it scarcely seemed possible.
As everyone stared in alarm, Zeng Mu stepped forward and looked at Shen Mo. "Master Shen, you seem a little too worked up. Ganging up on someone hardly does you credit. This friend of mine isn't someone you can lay hands on whenever you please."
"Enough." Before he could say anything more, Shen Yun, who was crouching beside