C1269 As a Substitute

"Young master, our goods in Xuan City were robbed by the Luo clan again."

Amo stood in front of Moh Zixiao. He could not remember how many times he had reported this.

Looking at his young master's expression, which was getting uglier and uglier each time, Amo felt a cold breeze on his neck.

Moh Zixiao's punch landed heavily on the table, and his handsome face was full of killing intent