The crowd that was chatting and laughing earlier now all restrained their smiles and stood up.
Everyone simultaneously looked at that figure in the distance.
Wuqi saw the man with a broken arm lying on the ground like a dead dog, his face gradually darkening.
This man was the one he arranged to keep an eye on Yun Xue'xue.
Wuqi then restrained his gloomy expression and put on a kindly smile.
"Brother, what's the matter?" Wuqi pursed his lips and asked Mo Lin ahead.
"Are you Wuqi?"
"That's right, it's me."
"Did you harm Yun Xue'xue?" Mo Lin asked Wuqi coldly.
"This is a misunderstanding..." Wuqi was about to explain.
The Cyan Cloud Sword in Mo Lin's hand slashed forward, a sword light cutting down.
Wuqi raised his right hand, exerted his strength, and swung his right arm to block Mo Lin's strike.
Mo Lin was not in a hurry to make a move, he asked again: "I want to know who all participated in this matter."
