Snap!

The shadowy figure raised his hand and slapped Lord Li across the face.

Everyone present was stunned by the straight fan: This is too audacious, but it feels so good.

Lord Li, incredulous, clutched his swollen cheek and roared at him, "Guards! Guards! Quickly, arrest him and give him thirty lashes! No, no, beat him to death!"

A constable rushed over, but before he could even touch the constable's clothes, he was elbowed and sent flying, then crashed heavily into Lord Li's arms, causing Lord Li to fall to the ground with a thud.

The constables who rushed up behind were all delivered one by one by the dark figure onto Lord Li, pressing him down until he was dizzy, foaming at the mouth.

The person inside the sedan chair could no longer sit still and suddenly lifted the curtain to step out.

"How dare you! Who are you?"

The dark figure turned his head to look at him, his disdain in his eyes undisguised: "Your grandfather!"

An Ning chuckled, but was shocked to see that the mask on the dark figure's face was exactly the same as the one worn by the man that night.

'It was him?'

Mu Anyu had never seen such a reckless person: "Do you know who I am? It's just a matter of a word for me to take the lives of your whole family."

Mu Ange deliberately lowered her voice: "Heh? If you destroy her shop, it will only take the blink of an eye for me to confiscate all your shops. You can try it and see if you can let them go or lose all your hard work."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over An Ning and then fell back on Mu Anyu.

Mu Anyu's gaze unconsciously became more wary as he looked at him.

"Do you think you can intimidate me with your boastful words?"

Mu Ange chuckled softly, pointed southwest, and said, "Shh, listen~"

One second.

Bang.

A loud explosion suddenly rang out, and the sound came from the direction Mu Ange pointed.

Mu Anyu's disdainful expression gradually turned into shock and unease: that direction was the underground gambling den he had secretly opened, which had been in operation for less than half a year.

"Who are you?" he roared in a trembling voice.

Mu Ange subtly shifted her slender fingers, looking down at him: "You forgot? Your grandfather!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another explosion occurred.

Mu Anyu was furious but powerless. He said in a fit of anger, "Fine, fine, I won't cause him any trouble. Please be lenient."

Mu Ange crossed her arms and said lazily, "Then get lost!"

Mu Anyu was furious but couldn't vent his anger. His face turned red and he slunk away.

Lord Li was pinned down by several yamen runners, unable to even breathe. When he was pulled out, he was already unconscious.

The people behind the house all breathed a sigh of relief.

An Ning walked quickly to his side, her eyes fixed intently on him.

"May I ask your honorable name, sir?"

Mu Ange suddenly stiffened, mechanically turning his head to look at her. Time passed second by second, but he couldn't utter a single word.

'What should I do? I haven't thought of a fake name!'

Suddenly, a familiar voice entered An Ning's mind.

An Ning stared at him with wide eyes: "Inner thoughts? I heard his inner thoughts?"

But so far, she can only hear Mu Ange's voice, so...

"Mu Ange?"

An Ning looked up at him, her voice soft yet stirring up a monstrous wave in Mu Ange's heart.

"You are Mu Ange!"