Huang Seshu saw the disdain in the eyes of the girl hidden deep in his heart, and could no longer bear the excruciating pain of being cut in half at the waist. He screamed repeatedly, causing the surrounding crowd to automatically move away and make room for him. His screams grew softer and softer until finally, there was no sound.

Meanwhile, Hoss had already packed the double-edged daggers and respectfully handed them to Qin Yumu's guards. Regardless of race, people would always show due respect to those who possessed the heritage of the High Elf race.

"Mozi...when did you become so amazing...I think...maybe I can't beat you anymore." Qin Yumu hugged and kissed Qin Mo, but her words were hesitant and awkward.

"It's not a possibility, you definitely can't beat him." Qin Yuanze waved his fan rapidly. Everyone thought he was happy because of Qin Mo's victory, but he knew in reality that he was frustrated and that he couldn't beat Qin Mo either.

"Let's go, this is a disappointment. We're not going to shop anymore. I have some good wine in my camp, let's go back and have a drink."

Inside Qin Mo's camp, the three sat facing each other, with four or five dishes and two or three jars of strong liquor. Before long, they were all drunk.

"Mozi...good wine...take a whole cartload with you when I leave."

"I want... a whole truckload too..."

"No...not that many, just a few jars for each of you, that's all I have..."

"Yes...yes...this kind of fine wine...is worth a fortune." Qin Yumu was honest and didn't feel that Qin Mo was angry. She only felt that she had made a great deal by befriending this brother.

"Do you know why Wang Yuyan is making things difficult for me?" Qin Mo asked casually, hiccuping from drinking.

When no one spoke, Qin Mo looked up and saw that Qin Yumu and Qin Yuanze were staring at him as if he were a fool.