Despite the unfriendly looks, Zhu Mo remained calm.

After all, we're going to see a lot of blood today, so if you wear red clothes you don't have to worry about blood splattering on your clothes.

"Let me confirm. This should be Mr. Hu Chou's... No, Mr. Hu Xu's funeral hall, right?"

"Damn, it's so hard for me to find you." Zhu Mo tightened his tie and turned his neck.

Everyone was stunned; this happened a little too suddenly.

Speaking rudely at someone else's funeral, isn't that clearly an attempt to cause trouble?

"Don't get excited. I'm Hu Chou's good friend. I came here specially to see him after hearing that his brother passed away."

Having said that, he walked slowly inside with Zhou Lu, regardless of everyone's gazes.

It was not until Zhu Mo stepped in that everyone came to their senses and rushed forward to block the door.

They glared at Zhu Mo ferociously.

How could he be here to pay his respects? He was wearing a red suit and swearing. It was obvious that he was here to stir up trouble and ruin the place!

I have to admire the courage of this young man who came here to mess things up.

Under Hu Chou's confused gaze, Zhu Mo and Zhou Lu continued to move forward, passing him naturally.

Zhu Mo elegantly picked out the white flower at his collar with two fingers.

She casually threw the white flower in her hand onto the ground and lowered her head slightly towards the photo in front of her.

This series of operations confused Hu Chou.

When the people outside the door saw this, they were about to rush in, but Hu Chou raised his hand to stop them.

"Who are you?"

"Zhu Mo." With a smile, he bowed slightly to Hu Chou.

Normal people think that this bow is a normal etiquette to allow the family of the deceased to express their condolences.

But Zhu Mo didn’t think so in his heart. This bow was for the dead.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."

Hu Chou came closer, looked Zhu Mo up and down, and said with a hint of anger: "But isn't it inappropriate for you to wear this to my brother's funeral?"

"No, it's quite appropriate."

"Brother, why are you talking nonsense to him? I'm going to kill him."

If Hu Chou hadn't asked the question, Hu Chen on the side would have wanted to drag Zhu Mo out and beat him up.

"I come here in this outfit to claim my life."

With one hand on his waist, Zhu Mo looked at Hu Chou coldly, with a hint of chill in his voice.

Hearing Zhu Mo's words, Hu Chou sneered and was about to say some nonsense like "You are overestimating your own abilities and don't want to live anymore" when he slowly noticed a hint of silver on Zhu Mo's waist.

"Fuck you, you're causing trouble at my brother's funeral, I'm gonna kill you..."

Boom!

A loud bang echoed throughout the mourning hall.

Hu Chou, who had been dealing with "guns" since he was born, was unable to stop Zhu Mo.

He drew his gun, pulled the safety, aimed, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation. He completed these operations in a very short time. It is estimated that it would take someone who has practiced shooting for fifty years to do this.

But the young man in front of me did it, and he did it so cleanly, so easily.

Of course he didn't know Zhu Mo had the weapon MAX skill.

"You..."

Hu Chen had a big hole between his eyebrows, his pupils had shrunk, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed out, and a pool of bright red blood instantly appeared on the ground.

"kill!"

The sound of fighting suddenly rang out, and the Red Sword mercenaries outside the door took out their weapons and rushed into the mourning hall like a tide.

"Ahhh...Achen."

Hu Chou opened his mouth wide, looking extremely grief-stricken, and cried out in grief.

"Ah Chen! My brother... Kill them! Kill them, chop them into paste, and scatter their ashes!"

Zhu Mo walked calmly to Hu Xu's coffin, cleared the white flowers on it to the ground, and sat down on it.

He took out a soft pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth.

Zhou Lu, a fastidious man, stepped forward to block the wind with his hands, lit a cigarette and stood in front of Zhu Mo.

Facing this group of people, there was no sign of retreat in his eyes and he still had a playful smile on his face.

Swish!

At this moment, a zipper-like sound suddenly came from the door.

Everyone looked back and saw three masked men blocking the door, and the double doors were pulled shut by them.

“Kill them!”

The Red Sword mercenaries were divided into two groups and rushed forward.

The battle was about to break out. Zhou Lu, who stood in front of Zhu Mo, was like an iron wall, preventing anyone from getting close to Zhu Mo.

Black Knife, Red Smoke and Blue Bear also slaughtered these mercenaries.

In front of their powerful strength, these small fry are no match for them.

Streams of blood spurted out, splashing on the wall like red ink, as gorgeous and beautiful as blooming red flowers.

The whistling sound of the weapon being swung, the wailing of being attacked, and the clanging sound of the weapons colliding all reached Zhu Mo's ears clearly.

But even in the face of such a chaotic scene, he still sat on the coffin calmly and puffed away.

"Ahh... Damn, how can these guys be so strong? Shoot them to death."

bouncing...

Amid the continuous gunfire, it was the Red Sword mercenaries who fell.

Zhu Mo discovered that among the current members of Mowei, Hong Yan was the most violent.

From observation, it seems that Hongyan has solved the most problems.

His whole body was covered in blood, and he seemed to be enjoying the slaughter just like Xiu.

There was a cruel smile on the flaming red lips revealed under half of the mask.

"It seems... Hongyan can be trained to be a killing machine in the future."

A sob sounded in my ears.

Zhu Mo discovered that not far away there was a woman who looked about his age, her face pale with fear, curled up behind a wreath.

He covered his mouth and looked outside in horror, too scared to make a sound.

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