Chapter 452: Going to

ask for help Mo Shaochen ignored Qian Feng and stood up to call Xu Xing, "Gather all the people and set off in half an hour."

Qian Feng asked quickly: "Where are you going?"

Mo Shaochen uttered two cold words from his thin lips, "I want someone."

Qian Feng didn't know where Mo Shaochen was going to find someone, but he still followed him with his notebook on his back without saying a word, and Mo Shaochen didn't stop him.

RS's base is in Ciudad Juarez, on the border between the United States and Mexico.

Ciudad Juarez is the largest and most dangerous border city in the world, rife with violence and crime, guns and drugs, and is known as the capital of violence.

Mo Shaochen not only brought his own people, but also hired a large and professional international mercenary team to directly surround the residence of the leader of the RS organization.

The leader of the organization is a Russian old man who is almost 60 years old, with gray hair, a high nose bridge, thick lips and brown pupils.

He looks like a very kind old man, but if you really think he is gentle and harmless and let your guard down, you may die at the hands of his gun in the next second.

Grayburton was not at all panicked when surrounded by hundreds of people. He even had the leisure to flirt and drink with the little beauty in his arms.

Mo Shaochen, dressed in black, sat opposite him and raised his hand to signal the people behind him to put away their weapons.

Grayburton then turned his head to look at Mo Shaochen, and patted the beauty's butt with his big hand. The beauty stood up tactfully, threw a coquettish glance at Mo Shaochen, and left with her slender waist twisted in a charming manner.

Gray Burton pulled his thick beard with his index finger and asked in Russian: "Mr. Mo, we RS and the Chinese Mo family have never had any dealings and do not interfere with each other. What are you doing?"

Mo Shaochen replied in equally fluent Russian: "I'm here to ask for someone."

"You want someone? Who?"

"Woman, my woman."

Grayburton frowned when he heard that, and waved to a burly man who was two meters tall and as strong as a black bear behind him. The other party immediately leaned over, and the two of them chattered in a language that no one present could understand. The burly man stood up, glared at everyone with murderous eyes as if warning, and then turned around and left reluctantly.

Probably he was told to do something.

Gray Burton picked up the golden liquor and motioned to Mo Shaochen, "Want a drink? I'll have someone check and we'll know in a little while whether there's the woman you're looking for."

“No need.”

Grayburton was not angry after being coldly rejected by Mo Shaochen. He ignored the people present, stood up, took off his outer robe, put on only a pair of briefs, and went to take a shower with his loose skin.

About five minutes later, the burly man came back with heavy footsteps and saw Grayburton taking a bath. He folded his arms and stood at the door of the bathroom like a tower.

Grayburton quickly came out wrapped in a bath towel. When he saw the burly man, the two of them chatted for a few words. Grayburton looked at Mo Shaochen with regret.

"My men haven't been bringing back any women lately."

Hearing this, Mo Shaochen stared at the other person with cold and sinister eyes, "Hand him over while I am willing to talk to you nicely, otherwise, you may not be able to bear the consequences."

Before Grayburton could say anything, several of his men exploded, raised their weapons, and looked at him with murderous eyes, waiting for the order from their leader to shoot into pieces those who dared to break into their territory and act wildly.

The personnel on both sides were extremely tense and the atmosphere was tense.

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Except for Grayburton and Mo Shaochen.

Grayburton was very angry about Mo Shaochen and his men surrounding his residence. As the leader of the largest underground killer organization, he was always respected and feared by others. He had never been besieged and humiliated like this.

But he didn't want to be an enemy of Mo Shaochen.

It’s not that he was afraid of Mo Shaochen, but he was worried that this would push this powerful and ancient first family of China towards his competitors.

(End of this chapter)