Unfortunately, Yue Mingxuan had misjudged Mo Yi's skill.
The man had only fallen for his trick by accident earlier.
How could he allow Yue Mingxuan to escape again?
If that happened, how could he keep his pride in front of his men?
Clearly, the others were just standing around, waiting to enjoy the show. None of them stepped in to help.
Mo Yi quickly rolled to his feet and rushed forward.
Just as Yue Mingxuan's fingers touched the window frame and his slender body was about to leap outside, a strong hand suddenly grabbed his ankle and with a swift spin, the man flung him back.
"Bang!"
Yue Mingxuan crashed heavily to the floor and nearly blacking out.
Was he really that fragile?
Just moments ago, he had seemed like a skilled fighter.
Mo Yi hadn't even used much strength, yet the tears that was welling in Yue Mingxuan's eyes clearly showed that he had hit too hard.
