Mo Qiudong's eyes suddenly became cold, and he looked at Song Nanwu, restraining his current nonchalant attitude.
He chuckled softly, "Work for me? Beauty, then tell me, what skills do you have that would allow me to work for you?"
The tone was light and playful.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qiudong was thrown heavily onto the sofa by Song Nanwu.
Although the sofa was soft, the movement still caused pain in the wound, and warm blood soaked the white bandage.
Mo Qiudong couldn't help but cry out in pain. Just as he was about to stand up, a military knife was pressed against his chest. The chilling coldness made him pause.
That military knife is his.
Mo Qiudong looked at Song Nanwu deeply, narrowing his eyes slightly, "What does this mean?"
"Since you won't work for me, there's no point in saving you. Just kill me!"
Song Nanwu glared at him coldly. Her usually calm and clear voice now sounded like an icy cave, so cold that there was no trace of emotion. Even the violent murderous intent in her words was frightening.
Mo Qiudong's eyes trembled.
This woman...
Looking at Song Nanwu with a critical look, Mo Qiudong suddenly smiled, "Murder is against the law, don't you dare to do it!"
The tone is firm.
Mo Qiudong was also gambling.
Song Nanwu curled her lips, her dark eyes became even deeper, and she exerted force on her hand. The sharp tip of the knife pierced through the skin and stabbed into the chest.
"Fuck! Are you serious?"
Almost at the same time, Mo Qiudong shouted loudly, and in pain, he quickly said, "Wait, beautiful lady, let's talk it over. We have something to say."
Stopping the force of the push, Song Nanwu glared at him coldly, "Are you willing to die?"
The tone was as if the knife would pierce the heart in the next second if one dared to say no.
He was really ruthless.
Mo Qiudong looked at Song Nanwu and swallowed hard, deciding not to suffer a loss. He tactfully replied, "Sell, sell my life. From now on, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If you tell me to stand, I will never dare to sit. From this moment on, you are my boss."
"You'd better remember what you said." Song Nanwu glanced down at Mo Qiudong and said, then he stood up and pulled out his military knife neatly.
"Ugh." Mo Qiudong groaned in pain, and blood slowly flowed out of the wound.
Damn, another one.
Mo Qiudong felt a little irritable, but he didn't dare to lose his temper. He looked at Song Nanwu with resentment in his eyes.
In fact, Song Nanwu was just trying to scare him and didn't really want to kill anyone. After all, killing is against the law, and there is no need to cause unnecessary trouble.
It was just a psychological game, and she obviously had the upper hand.
Receiving that little resentful look, Song Nanwu glanced at him indifferently, and the murderous intent that she had just had disappeared, like a flash in the pan.
Standing up and taking the bandages and gauze from the coffee table, Song Nanwu's voice returned to its indifference: "You cut my neck last night, and today I stab you, to even things up."
Mo Qiudong didn't say anything. He looked at her fair and slender neck. There was not a single scar there, and he almost went crazy.
Damn, he knew how to act properly last night.
Compared to the knife she stabbed, look at that bloody hole!
The corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch, and Mo Qiudong couldn't help but doubt his life again.
How did he end up like this?
Mo Qiudong looked melancholy.
Song Nanwu glanced at him, ignored him, removed the bandage, and applied medicine to Mo Qiudong again.
"There's a clinic downstairs," she said, taking out a black wallet from her bag and throwing it to Mo Qiudong.
Isn't this his wallet?
Mo Qiudong took it and looked at Song Nanwu with burning eyes, as if condemning her for taking it without permission and considering it as stealing.
Unconcerned with his accusing gaze, Song Nanwu said frankly, "I took the cash in your wallet as the transportation fee for carrying you back last night."
Mo Qiudong twitched the corner of his mouth, "..."
The delivery fee is five thousand, why don’t you just blackmail me!
Oh no, she's blackmailing right now.
"Also, my name is Song Nanwu, the new boss of your Golden Rose Mercenary Group. Next time, remember to call me by my name." Song Nanwu said in a calm voice.
Mo Qiudong's eyes widened as he stared at Song Nanwu, seemingly unable to believe that she knew his identity. He asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
Seeing his solemn expression, Song Nanwu slowly peeled a candy and ate it. "In this age of the Internet, traces will be left behind. It's not difficult to track someone down."
Like explaining.
It is true that it is not difficult to investigate a person, but if the identity is deliberately concealed, that is another matter, especially in such a short time.
Haha, interesting.
Mo Qiudong looked at Song Nanwu without getting angry. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he complimented her in a light tone, "Wow, I didn't expect my boss to be so powerful."
He accepted it very readily.
At the same time, in the Si family compound.
Si Jin sat lazily in the courtyard, drinking a cup of coffee elegantly.
However, with such an ordinary action, his noble temperament was fully revealed.
The warm sunlight poured down, landing on that handsome face, lingering with a faint glow, dazzling and stunning at first sight.
"Boss, the leaking studio has been closed down under the instruction of Major General Lin. Last night, Lin Xiaoran also followed Major General Lin to the army."
Wang Yanhua stood beside Si Jin, glanced at his pale lips, paused, and then asked cautiously, "Boss, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Si Jin took a sip of coffee, his voice calm, his eyes flashing slightly.
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