When Hu Biao saw who it was, he was surprised. He never dreamed that the person in front of him would be Hua Molan.

"What, are you surprised to see me?"

Mo Lan stepped forward, glanced at the people on the ground, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Words can be dangerous!"

Looking at the orchid in front of him, Hu Biao felt a sense of unreality. "How could you..."

"Why can't I? Your investigation might not be accurate."

Mo Lan looked at Hu Biao, who looked like he had swallowed a fly, and said coldly, "Blame it on you for making the wrong decision."

After the initial shock, Hu Biao quickly calmed down. He gripped his steel knife tightly, pointed at Mo Lan, and hissed, "You've got some nerve, daring to come to White Tiger Cliff? Even if you have some skill, you're no match for me. Besides, I have five or six hundred brothers under my command."

"Ha~, that's only if they can even get up." They're all completely drunk.

"you?"

Seeing the coldness in Mo Lan's eyes, Hu Biao suddenly realized that they had been careless.

"Do you know why I'm keeping you alive?" Mo Lan revealed the short dagger in her hand, looking at Hu Biao as if he were already dead. "I'll personally send you down to beg for forgiveness."

As he spoke, the short dagger was pointed directly at Hu Biao's throat, and a chilling aura was released at that moment.

Watching Mo Lan's actions, Hu Biao felt a sudden chill run down his spine for some reason.

"How dare you speak so arrogantly! I, the chieftain, have no intention of arguing with a woman like you. Where is Hua Yifei? If you want to fight, let him come. I, the chieftain, will certainly accompany you to the end."

What a joke! If he were to be intimidated by a woman, how could he save face?

"Get past me first."

Mo Lan curled her lips into a mocking smile, then flipped the short dagger in her hand, aiming straight for her opponent's vital point.

Seeing the dagger hurtling towards him, Hu Biao dodged to the side, his eyes fixed on Mo Lan with a fierce glint in them.

"court death!"

He roared and slashed at the waist.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she must die if she threatens your life.

The two exchanged blows, and a dozen or so rounds passed in the blink of an eye.

As the leader, Hu Biao's knife skills were quite superb, and his techniques were extremely ruthless. His only drawback was that he was a bit clumsy.

As for Mo Lan, she was agile and skilled in close combat. After several trembling exchanges, Mo Lan had figured out her opponent's moves.

As he turned around, the short dagger in his hand spun around and plunged straight into the opponent's heart.

Pfft~

The sound of a weapon piercing flesh.

Hu Biao staggered a few steps and knelt on one knee, shouting, "You poisonous woman!"

"Who can match your poison skills? Anyone who dares to covet the Green Dragon Stronghold is destined for a bad end." Mo Lan looked at the dripping blood dagger, her voice exceptionally cold.

"You dare kill me? The brothers of White Tiger Cliff will not let you get away with this."

Hu Biao regretted it now; he shouldn't have been so blinded by greed and set his sights on this woman.

"Heh~, when the sun rises tomorrow, this entire White Tiger Cliff will be the Qinglong Village's possession."

Mo Lan glanced at Hu Biao, who was bleeding profusely, then walked past him to the head chair, used a short dagger to remove the tiger skin, and replaced it with a fluffy blanket.

Then, he turned around and sat down, resting his head on one hand, looking lazy and carefree, as if he were at home.

I turned my head and glanced at the hourglass next to me; it was exactly midnight.

Just as things were bustling outside, a furtive figure suddenly emerged from behind the pillar and quietly moved out.

Swoosh~

"Oh, my leg."

"Mr. Changliang, why are you running away when you were hiding perfectly well?"

Mo Lan tilted her head, looking at the disheveled Chang Liang with a cold expression. If Hu Biao was a wolf in sheep's clothing, then this man was an accomplice to evil.