The fake Mo Long couldn't catch his breath and couldn't speak. He could only make a choking sound.
Why didn't that bunch of trash tie up Mo Long? Did he really think that Mo Long, who had fainted, posed no threat?
He was a tiger!
Mo Long's eyes were about to burn with anger, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to strangle the fake Mo Long to death.
"Save ... My life ..." The fake Mo Long couldn't break free and could only shout these two words intermittently. However, the bodyguards were all outside, and no one could hear his cry for help.
"I'm your target, so you shouldn't harm other innocent people." Mo Long said coldly, "but not only did you capture my Secretary, you even want to touch my fiancée! Do you really think that I'm here to be slaughtered by you?"
The fake Mo Long's face turned red, and he was about to suffocate to death.
