Mo Yanhong grew increasingly uneasy, his heart mired in turmoil, and a layer of fine sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Noticing the sweat on Mo Yanhong's forehead, the guards around him had long realized they had overstepped, falling utterly silent. Even those whose tendons had been severed bore the pain, not daring to moan any longer.
Although it was damaging to his reputation and yielding would seriously affect his prestige among his subordinates, after weighing the situation, Mo Yanhong still dared not act rashly. Having spent a long time in the Capital, he understood well that there were people in the world whom even the Anyun Royal Family could not afford to provoke.
"Since we all come from noble families, let's let this go for today. But I, Mo Yanhong, will remember this incident. It's best not to let me see you in the Capital again," Mo Yanhong spat venomously, turning to leave.
His face was pale as iron and his facial muscles twitched as he spoke.
