บท 1193: Stalemate

"Release them!" The mustached middle-aged man spoke coldly after he saw Wu Xian and the others in the hands of Su Mo and Qin Busi.

His voice was not loud but in Su Mo and Qin Busi's ears, it felt like an explosion.

Pfft! Pfft!

Su Mo and Qin Busi's bodies shook violently like they had been struck by thunder. Both of their mouths sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

They could feel an invisible power directly affecting their bodies. This power was majestic, it was comparable to a billion kilometers of river and a million kilometers of mountains. It was impossible to resist.

"What?" Su Mo was shocked. How could the Honorables be so terrifying?

"Let us go or they'll all die!" Qin Busi roared in a loud voice. His face was deathly white and he was holding up two hostages in his hands.

Su Mo tightened his hold on his hostages, causing Wu Xian and the other hostage to roll their eyes, showing the whites.