elmed by emotion that once Moyo moved even slightly, he would hold on tighter without allowing any escape."!" Moyo couldn't help but curse, his face turning red as sweat poured down continuously, mixi...handled by him and Wúshuāng alone. Especially for Mò Yáo, as well as Mò Chén and Mò Xiǎobái who were so idle they made one want to punch them; it wasn't like they lacked ability, having a capable boss...