After the dust settled, Lin Xuan, holding the White Pupil Rod, slowly walked toward the collapsed house. He had only taken a few steps when, with a CRASH, someone burst out from within.
Just as he was about to swing his rod, he heard a low, pained moan. When he got a clear look, he saw Mo Qiang walking out, holding a woman. His hand was clamped tightly around the woman's neck as he sneered, "Go ahead, make a move. If you don't mind me killing her, that is!"
Mo Qiang was covered in blood. He had only been caught in the blast, so his injuries weren't too severe, but they weren't light either. As for Mo Wei, he wasn't so lucky. His entire body was caved in, his bones likely shattered completely. He was on the verge of death, clearly not going to make it.
Lin Xuan's attack had landed perfectly. 'If Mo Wei is still fine after that, I might as well give up.'
Mo Qiang showed a surprising bit of loyalty, hoisting Mo Wei onto his shoulder as he prepared to escape with his hostage.
