"Su Xuan, you better go, don't worry about me anymore."
Faced with the menacing encirclement of Flying Eagle Hall, Miao Qingqing considerately told Su Xuan to leave first. Originally, she thought the opposing numbers weren't many, which is why she had called Su Xuan, but she didn't expect it to end up harming him.
"Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here."
Su Xuan held Miao Qingqing, who was in his arms, even tighter.
"Tie up the man, and bring the woman back to my room."
Zhong Feiying thought Su Xuan had stopped resisting and assumed he had surrendered.
Little did he know, Su Xuan picked up his phone and dialed a number.
Huang Mao laughed mockingly, cursing, "Calling for help at this time? It's too late! Even the King of Heaven wouldn't be able to do a thing."
"Snatch Miao Qingqing for me!" ordered Zhong Feiying.
"Wait!"
Su Xuan shouted loudly, lifted his phone high, and said calmly to Flying Eagle Hall's Hall Master Zhong Feiying, "It's for you."
