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An intense fight broke out in an instant, and quickly resumed.

Even with one arm holding Bei Xier, Mu Xiaoyao swung his legs casually, sending two nearby subordinates flying.

With the sound of falling, cries of pain echoed simultaneously.

The two people lying on the ground never imagined that Mu Xiaoyao’s power would be this immense.

With seemingly casual kicks, they could clearly hear the sound of bones shattering where he struck.

The boss lady on the side was so terrified by this scene that her legs gave way, and she squatted behind the cashier’s desk, completely hiding herself away.

Nangong Yun shouted angrily, “Useless!”

After all, these people were still afraid of injuring Bei Xier and did not dare to aim at her.

Her target was Baili Xia, but if Bei Xier could die outside today, all the better.

Raising the dagger in her hand, she stepped forward again, hiding behind a brother.

Taking advantage of Mu Xiaoyao’s momentary battle with others on the side, the dagger stabbed out again.

The target aimed directly at Bei Xier.

But this time, Mu Xiaoyao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

He pulled Bei Xier aside, and another hand swiftly turned around to grab Nangong Yun’s hand holding the dagger.

Then, he dragged Nangong Yun from behind the brother to face him.

So close to Mu Xiaoyao, Nangong Yun was startled by the chilling aura emanating from him.

Her wrist was gripped like an iron clamp, so painful.

Knowing she couldn’t beat him and was now controlled, Nangong Yun urgently said, “Bullying a woman, what skill is that?”

At such a moment, she unwittingly blurted out.

“A woman?” Mu Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, his lips subtly curling.

“You call yourself a woman?”

His voice was very calm yet incredibly hurtful.

Nangong Yun was slightly stunned, quickly coming to her senses.

Not thinking she was a woman…

Nangong Yun tightened her five fingers, glaring angrily at Mu Xiaoyao, wanting to fight back, but was powerless.

She could only stand there, gritting her teeth in anger, her face completely flushed red.

“Mu Xiaoyao, don’t push too far; our Bei Family…”

Her words were abruptly interrupted by Mu Xiaoyao.

“This is the price for stabbing me.”

The words were chillingly cold; despite the warm weather, Nangong Yun suddenly felt a coldness creeping over her.

A snap was heard, followed by Nangong Yun’s scream: “Ah…”

The dagger dropped to the ground, and Nangong Yun was also thrown out accordingly.

She didn’t get up, sitting directly on the ground, clutching her wrist while screaming in agony.

The sudden change left everyone present stunned.

Nangong Yun’s wrist was broken, Mu Xiaoyao actually snapped her wrist with one hand.

Such strength would require an immense effort.

Although the scene was cruel, it left more fear in their hearts.

Mu Xiaoyao glanced coldly at the Nangong Yun sitting on the floor and ignored her.

With one arm around Bei Xier, he strode towards the outside of the inn.

Nangong Yun groaned and yelled, “Stop him, quickly stop him, or you will regret it.”

Despite the pain, she still struggled to get herself up from the floor.

If Bei Xier were to return to the Bei Family just like that, all her efforts would be meaningless.

The subordinates snapped back to reality, and a dozen people surrounded Mu Xiaoyao again.

Mu Xiaoyao’s eyes turned cold, and he tightened his grip around Bei Xier.

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