Mo Beiyan gripped the gun tightly, his expression cold and intimidating.
Xie Yanghua stood up, his tone authoritative, "Since the Eldest Young Master fired first, don't blame us for taking action. After all, this is what the Lady wants; she wants to see you, and I must make it happen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of strong men exchanged a knowing glance and then simultaneously raised their whips!
Crack!
The loud sound of the whip echoed through the forest, scattering the birds circling overhead. Almost every lash landed solidly on Mo Beiyan, causing him to frown sharply, his handsome face twisted, as he fell to his knees in pain, unable to hold back a pained cry, "Ah——"
Nannan huddled in his arms and jumped up as the last person raised their whip. Its eyes gleamed with its true ferocity as it pounced and bit down on the man's wrist!
"Ah——my hand!"
