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"What's the meaning of this?" Mo Long's eyes turned cold. "Do you still want to imprison us?"

"Of course not. I wouldn't do something like imprisoning someone illegally," Old master Chu smiled. "I just want you to stay here for a while. After the banquet is over, I'll ask you all what I want to know."

As he spoke, he used his eyes to signal the bodyguards to lock the two men in the warehouse.

"AI! What is this if not illegal imprisonment?" Jiang Yu shouted, "do you really have to lock him up in a basement for it to be considered illegal imprisonment?!"

On the other hand, Mo Long clenched his fists tightly, wanting to resist.

However, Jiang Yu hinted to him with her eyes that it was not the time to resist yet.

Thus, Mo Long could only give up.