Mo Yu's face darkened. It was okay for Lu Fan to humiliate him many times. Now that Lu Fan was living in a doghouse, he never expected that even one of Lu Fan's followers would dare to humiliate him wantonly in front of others.
"I'm not humiliating you."
Ma Zicong smiled lightly: "I'm just stating the facts."
"The small one can't beat the big one, and the big one can't beat the old one."
"Why, to deal with my brother Lu, the trash you call me, you still need three generations of the Mo family to take action?"
"Then if my eldest brother is useless, wouldn't your Mo family be even more useless?"
He had long been dissatisfied with Mo Yu. Lu Fan was deliberately arranged to live in this shabby tile-roofed house, and Mo Yu must have been involved behind the scenes. Anyway, it was already like this, so he just gave up on it and didn't put Mo Yu at all.
In eyes.
"Ma Zicong, you are too arrogant!"
Mo Yu was completely irritated. With a ferocious look on his face, he pointed at Ma Zicong: "You don't really think that Lu Fan can completely turn over after picking up the top eight, and no one will take him seriously, do you?"
"I tell you, garbage is garbage, and it only deserves to live in a garbage dump and stay with garbage!"
"Today you dare to humiliate me, the Mo family, in public. If I don't break your legs and cut out your tongue, my surname is not Mo!"
He waved his hand and said, "Someone, take this piece of garbage away from me!"
The followers standing behind Mo Yu, as well as the four young men in colorful clothes, immediately took a step forward and walked up to Mo Yu menacingly.
When the people of all ethnic groups waiting in line saw this, they all retreated voluntarily to avoid being affected by the collision.
"You'd better stand there obediently and don't move. This is the ancient martial arts world. No police will come to help you. Even if I try to take your leg now, no one will dare to say anything!"
Mo Yu looked at Ma Zicong with a feverish expression. He didn't dare to touch Lu Fan blatantly yet, but if he crippled a lackey of the Ma family, I believe no one would intervene in this matter.
Ma Zicong was not moved at all and said calmly: "Someone is coming to disturb Brother Lu's retreat. If you don't beat him out, what are you waiting for?"
Several people were startled when they heard this.
But before they could see clearly, they suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of them!
immediately.
"Bang bang bang!"
The cold wind blew by, and an afterimage suddenly appeared in front of everyone. It shot out like thunder and directly flew away the three young masters walking in the front!
Then he grabbed Huang Shannu's neck and threw her away.
The four figures were still flying in mid-air. The figures stepped forward again, shrunk to an inch and used them in an instant. They suddenly raised their hands and only heard "Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah, pah!"
Countless and intensive slaps resounded on the spot.
Mo Yu and the followers behind him were all thrown away amidst the loud slaps, hitting the ground and facing up to the sky.
"You! You, how dare you slap me?!"
Mo Yu got up from the ground with a bang, covering his face with one hand, his eyes filled with shock and anger!
You must know that he has become a master, and the followers around him are only half-step to the peak of a master!
But in the hands of the woman in gray in front of me, she didn't even have the strength to fight back, and was just slapped in public...
His face looked uglier than ever before, and he was slapped in the face by Lu Fan, a follower.
This was simply worse than Lu Fan carving words on his face with his sword. It also made him feel angry and indelible!
"How dare an abandoned son of the Ma family and a slave in the arena dare to run wild here!"
"Where is Chen Guang? Where is Chen Guang?"
"If you don't come out, I'll come to your door, skin you, take off your supervisor's hat, and beat you into a cripple!"
Following Mo Yu's hoarse roar, Chen Guang ran out in a panic among the crowd, looking at Mo Yu and the young masters who were getting up from the ground in horror:
"Mo, Young Master Mo, what's wrong with you?"
"Mr. Chen? Why is your face swollen?"
"Yang, Miss Yang? Why is your face swollen?"
The more Chen Guang looked at it, the more shocked he became. Although these young masters, except Mo Yu, were not from the top ten families, those who could hang out with Mo Yu, even if they were not from the top ten families, were all famous in the ancient martial arts world.
Dare to provoke anyone.
But today, so many young men and young ladies were slapped in the face on their own territory, in front of so many people.
His face was cold and gloomy, his eyes coldly glanced at Ma Zicong and the Japanese female grandmaster, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Catch these two people and put them in the dungeon. I want to interrogate them myself!"
