His voice paused, Mo Beiyan suddenly turned his head, "What happens if he wakes up?"
The old Chinese doctor's gaze fell on Mo Nanjue's pale handsome face, his voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "Once he wakes up, he really won't last much longer..."
"How long does he need to sleep?"
"I'm not sure about that either..."
Mo Beiyan's pupils contracted fiercely, he squinted his eyes harshly, tightly gripping Mo Nanjue's shoulders, "Did you hear that? You dare give others the chance to say you're no good, Mo Nanjue, aren't you very capable? Didn't you go to Asia alone? Aren't you the president of Empire Jue? Fine, open your eyes, damn it, open your eyes and fight me. If I lose, I'll kneel for you and call you brother, okay?!"
Mo Beiyan's eyes were bloodshot, as he roared, warm liquid dripped onto the man's eyelids, he stared at his face intently, "You..."
