The group walked forward a few steps, but the last person sensed something was wrong. Just as he turned his head, someone clamped a hand over his mouth. Mo Nanjue's arm wrapped around his waist, lifted him up, and they both tumbled into the bushes at the side.
"Mmm..." The man's eyes widened as he struggled fiercely. But the man held him tightly, releasing him only after they rolled in, "Don't make a sound."
The man opened his mouth to shout, but Mo Nanjue swung his fist and punched him directly in the eye!
"Hiss..." The man gasped from the pain, his other eye wide open. He could only see a pair of bewitching yet piercing almond-shaped eyes staring at him, the man's collar pulled high.
"You..."
"Tell me," Mo Nanjue didn't shy away, speaking directly, "Where is the woman being held?"
The man was confused, "Who?"
The man half-kneeled on the ground, and pulled out a gun hidden inside his boot, pressing it against the man's abdomen, "Speak."
