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They were holding their arms and legs, constantly moaning, clearly suffering from serious injuries.

Everyone else was stunned at the sight.

No one expected the other side to be such a skilled expert, incapacitating two brothers with just one encounter.

One of them immediately said in a deep voice, “Spread out, surround him.”

Upon hearing the order, the others quickly dispersed backward, enclosing Mu Xiaoyao tightly in the center.

Bei Xier realized they were aiming to employ a delaying tactic.

Such a formidable expert, even with a dozen people, might not be easy to handle.

However, within the courtyard, Bei Qingyue had a large batch of elites around her.

They must be rushing over at this moment. Once they arrive, even with wings, this person will find it hard to escape.

Those dozen people were only circling Mu Xiaoyao, without taking further action.

Mu Xiaoyao discerned their strategy, his gaze turning cold.

Since they didn’t engage him head-on, he couldn’t display his skills.

His sharp gaze swept around and finally settled on Bei Xier.

This girl was seen in the afternoon. Judging by her looks, she should be some heiress of the Bei Family.

Bei Xier’s heart tightened as he looked at her. In the night, those two gazes were like two shining sharp swords coming toward her.

She suddenly sensed a hint of danger, turned around, and tried to retreat toward the courtyard gate.

But, it was too late.

Mu Xiaoyao moved, his lightning-quick skills leaving the person standing in front of Bei Xier unable to respond before being taken down.

In a flash, his large hand had already clamped onto Bei Xier’s slender neck.

With a casual pull, he drew her into his embrace.

Bei Xier only felt that iron grip tightening on her neck, her throat seemed blocked, wanting to cough but unable to.

She had no doubt that if this person exerted force with his hand, her neck would break.

“Let go of MissXixi.”

“Let her go, quickly!”

The subordinates forming a circle panicked instantly, as MissXixi had unexpectedly fallen into this person’s hands in a moment’s lapse.

This was a big problem now.

MissXixi usually treated them well and dared to endure hardships, training with them.

Not considering Bei Qingyue’s potential punishment, they themselves felt guilty toward MissXixi for not protecting her.

Mu Xiaoyao coldly glanced at them, saying indifferently, “Move aside.”

The few brothers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The noise from the courtyard was getting closer. Soon, several figures ran over from the gate.

More and more people surrounded Mu Xiaoyao; it was now difficult for him to leave.

No ripple passed through Mu Xiaoyao’s eyes as he calmly watched the growing crowd encircling him.

If he truly wanted to leave, these people couldn’t stop him; it would just take more effort.

However, what mattered most to him was drawing these people away so that Uncle and the girl would be safer.

Bei Qingyue and Nangong Yun walked over from behind the crowd too. She hesitated upon seeing Bei Xier being controlled by the man in black.

With Bei Xier in this person’s hand, the situation became somewhat tricky.

Nangong Yun stepped forward, scolding, “Release her quickly; in the Bei Family, you won’t escape.”

Initially, Mu Xiaoyao’s attention wasn’t on her, but now his gaze shifted over, glancing at her.

His hand tightened slightly, causing Bei Xier’s face to turn uncomfortable.

Her complexion flushed red due to suffocation, her limbs involuntarily flailing against Mu Xiaoyao.

Mu Xiaoyao didn’t evade, letting her fists hit him.

Coldly staring at Nangong Yun, he deliberately changed his voice, “Want to try?”

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