"I won't dare again, I won't dare again."
The man clutched his aching arm, his face pale and weak.
"Good that you don't dare."
The man knelt on the ground with his head bowed, crying loudly.
Mo Ling didn't want to hear his voice, so he dislocated the man's jaw. The man made incoherent mumbling sounds but couldn't plead for mercy.
Mo Yuyan extended his hand, and a man in black handed him a knife.
The man and Jian Shiman had no idea what Mo Yuyan intended to do and were so frightened that they knelt back.
Mo Yuyan stepped forward; the man hurriedly tried to kneel and plead for Mo Yuyan's mercy.
With his jaw dislocated, the man could only utter ah-ah sounds. Soon, the ground was covered with his blood.
The man tried to stand up but was pinned down by the people from the Mo Clan, unable to move.
Jian Shiman was terrified by the scene, her legs trembling, collapsing weakly to the ground.
"Ah... no... don't."
