Mo Beiyan found even a cold laugh to be a waste.
Xie Yanghua carefully applied ointment to all his wounds, but there were too many whip marks for one bottle to suffice. He wiped his hands, "Let's go, we'll find a doctor back home to take a look."
Mo Beiyan's eyes were indifferent, not even lifting his head.
"Eldest Young Master, Madam will surely be very pleased."
After speaking, Xie Yanghua stepped onto the helicopter.
A burly man bent down, wrapped an arm around Mo Beiyan's waist, and hoisted him onto his shoulder.
Xie Yanghua suddenly paused, turned back, "Eldest Young Master, was it you who did the Empire Jue matter?"
Mo Beiyan's handsome face was pale, blood staining the burly man's shoulder, "You like capturing people, don't you? Why not capture Mo Nanjue and find out?"
