After Teng Yi sent the message, the fake Mo Long fired a shot at him without thinking.
Teng Yi looked at the fake Mo Long in disbelief. In the end, his consciousness scattered and he fainted.
"Really, a small tranquilizer gun can scare you like this. Hahaha." The fake Mo Long laughed crazily and carried Teng Yi to the basement.
As for that Zhao Xin, he would just let her run her own course. If she could be saved, then she was lucky. If she couldn't be saved, then she deserved it.
When true Mo Long received Teng Yi's message, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
He read the message carefully, and his eyes turned cold. Su Guo, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but shiver.
"President Mo, did something happen?" Su Guo carefully asked, "do you need me to make you a cup of hot coffee?"
"You can go."
"Alright," he said. Su Guo heaved a long sigh of relief and quickly ran off to make coffee for Mo Long.
