Crippling Your Own People

The four young men stared harshly at Wang Xian, Tang Yinxuan and the group. Their lips slowly curved into smirks as they sneered.

Tang Yinxuan reached for her zither as she looked coldly at them.

"Ancient Martial Artists. Hehe!"

One of the young men looked at Mo Yuan. From the way he had defeated four bodyguards in an instant, the young man had determined that he was most likely also a martial artist. He squinted his eyes a little and started observing Wang Xian and Mo Qinglong attentively.

"I'll play along with you!"

The young man took out his phone and dialled a number directly. "Suite 3302. Get everyone here!"

"Oh? They are martial artists?" A young man by the side looked at Mo Yuan and chuckled. "Brother Cong! They dare to hit our guys. You have to teach them a good lesson for me!"