Mo Ting's hand began to itch as he smiled. His little girl was finally listening to him. As a reward, he gave her a light kiss on the top of her head.
This action seemed to have angered all the bodyguards.
"I'm besieging you, but you're in the mood to flirt. It's a great humiliation!"
"How dare you touch our boss! I'll make you walk in vertically and carry you out horizontally!
The five of them rushed forward.
Mo Ting's lips curved upwards as he picked up a glass of wine from the table beside him and threw it on the head of one of the bodyguards.
"I haven't fought in a long time. It's your honor to fight with you."
The other four stepped on the brakes at the same time. The bodyguard who had been hit could not figure out how his head had been split open before he had even made a move.
