"You're not bad, but you're still not worthy to be my opponent."
The man's target was clear; he only wanted a battle with Mu Xiaojiu.
Mu Xiaoyao's sword-like eyebrows knitted together, ready to step forward.
Mu Xiaojiu extended an arm, stopping him in front.
"He wants to die; I'll grant him his wish."
In fact, even if he didn't make a move, he had no intention of letting these people leave alive today.
Simply because they dared to lay hands on the girl.
If he had returned a moment later, the girl might have been separated from him by life and death.
To deal with such people, he wanted to crush him with his own hands.
"Uncle, you..."
Mu Xiaoyao wanted to argue, but Mu Xiaojiu's cold gaze fell on him, and the words he was about to blurt out swallowed back down his throat.
Mu Xiaojiu raised his wrist, moved it a few times, and walked forward.
The man in black looked at him indifferently and also walked towards him.
Soon, the two stood within a meter of each other.
