Don’t Provoke a Mo
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The priest raised his leg and kicked Ning Dai's lower body. While she was dodging, he punched the back of her neck and knocked her out on the spot. He then tied her up with a hemp rope.
Before Ning Dai fainted, she threw a few silver needles at the priest's sleeping acupoint. Her last thought was that it was not easy to sneak attack people these days.
The priest was indeed an elite in the army. His sense of danger was top-notch. Other than a silver needle from a tricky angle that pierced the numbing meridian, the other small silver needles were all accurately dodged.
His arm was so numb that it trembled. The priest resisted the urge to curse and returned to the banquet hall with a black face.
Mo Chen knew that something had happened before he saw Ning Dai. His face was indifferent and his body was cold. "What do you mean by this?"