The elders of the Tang Sect also shook their heads and sighed. Originally, they placed many hopes on Mr. Zhu, but unexpectedly, he lost, and almost in a crushing defeat.
The Tang Sect was defeated, which means they will lose at least half of their industries, and in the future, they will also be suppressed by the Mafia.
"How is this possible, how could Mr. Zhu lose?" Tang Yijun's eyes widened in disbelief, his expression dazed, and he opened his mouth incredulously.
Only Tang Yitong's eyes flashed with a mischievous glint, looking at Lin Mo expectantly.
Lin Mo, with his hands behind his back, slowly stepped forward, walking toward the canyon. Seeing this, Tang Yijun frowned and shouted, "Hey, Lin Mo, what do you intend to do?"
The elders of the Tang Sect also saw Lin Mo's movements and couldn't help but furrow their brows deeply.
"Young man, what do you intend to do?"
"Are you planning to duel with Francis?"
