In a dark and cramped room.
Blue Bear waved his fist at the man sitting on a stool covered with a black bag.
Each punch was accompanied by a dull thud, blood oozed from the cloth bag, and bursts of wailing came from inside.
puff...
"Huh, it's your turn to continue."
He took off the clothes in his hand and threw them to Mo Wei who was standing beside him, then stood beside Zhu Mo.
"Stop hitting me... spare me, Master Zhu Mo..."
Wu Xi's voice was full of begging.
Zhu Mo stretched out his hand to signal Mo Wei to stop, and looked through Wu Xi's phone boredly and said indifferently: "I really don't know what's the point of keeping you. How about just killing you?"
"There is not a single useful message in the phone of a deputy leader."
As Zhu Mo flipped through the photos of scantily clad women in the album, he completely lost his patience and slammed his phone on the table.
The sound frightened Wu Xi so much that he sniffed the blood flowing from his nostrils and cried:
"Master Zhu Mo, I am still useful. Now that the leader's life or death is uncertain, I can help you seize all the assets of the Red Sword Mercenaries. After all, I am the deputy leader..."
"The Red Sword Mercenaries are now leaderless. They all have to listen to me!"
Seeing Zhu Mo showing a hint of satisfaction, Wu Xi also smiled and said, "Believe me, I will give Chu Tian everything he has."
With serious eyes flashing, he continued, "Don't worry, I won't leave even a pair of pants for Chu Tian!"
"It seems you are still useful. Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer this physical pain."
He stood up and walked in front of Wu Xi, rubbed Wu Xi's head as if rewarding a pet dog, and ordered Mo Wei: "Ask someone to heal him and send him to our hotel and serve him kindly."
"Yes, young master!" The Mo guards in the room responded in unison.
As soon as he went out, Zhu Mo heard a quarrel not far away.
He walked forward with a few Mo Wei when he heard the sound and saw Qiao Heng arguing with the Mo Wei guarding the corridor with red ears.
Zhu Mo pushed his men away with one hand, revealing a puzzled look: "What are you doing here?"
When he saw Zhu Mo, Qiao Heng's originally arrogant attitude was instantly extinguished.
He lowered his head and answered carefully: "Young Master, it was Young Master Zhu Chi who asked me to bring people..."
"Bring people?" Zhu Mo frowned slightly.
But in her heart she knew who Qiao Heng was referring to.
"You have discussed this with the Second Young Master before the operation, right? After dealing with Chu Tian, all the remaining survivors will be handed over to us."
Pointing to the room behind Zhu Mo, he said, "That deputy leader Wu Xi should be in there, right?"
"Oh, I thought you were talking about someone."
Zhu Mo patted Qiao Heng's finger, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly: "The rest of the people can be given to the second brother, except Wu Xi."
The smile on his face disappeared and Qiao Heng became a little annoyed.
"Young Master, what do you mean by this? Wu Xi is the only one left alive at the scene. What use would we have for the rest of the bodies?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Zhu Mo said nonchalantly: "It's up to you. You can stew it or cook it while it's hot. It's up to you."
He patted Qiao Heng on the shoulder and pushed him away, "By the way, tell Second Brother that I'm back in Nanjiang City. Don't worry."
Qiao Heng stared at Zhu Mo's back as he left with his big eyes, biting his lip and patting his neck: "Really..."
When the curse words were about to come out of my mouth, I realized that I was now in someone else's nest. If I said something rude, I might not be able to leave.
I had no choice but to swallow the curse words that were about to come out of my mouth and leave in silence.
After returning to Zhu Chi's study, he told Zhu Chi everything about Zhu Mo's attitude.
Looking at Zhu Chi, whose face was as pale as ashes, Qiao Heng said fiercely, "Do you want me to ask someone to keep the young master in Long City?"
"Master, to be honest... I feel like if I let the young master go this time, there will be no chance again."
Qiao Heng's face was solemn, and he continued:
"Master, this may be our only chance. That...young master will definitely not be less threatening than Master Zhu Qing in the future!"
Qiao Heng said this with courage, as he was not aware of the brotherhood between Zhu Chi and Zhu Mo.
But after so many years, he knew that for a huge force like theirs, family, friendship and love could be easily abandoned.
Zhu Chi sat on the chair, rubbing his temple and sighing: "Do you think the Han family is a decoration? If you touch him in Long City, Han Ningchu might just sit there and wait for death?"
Hearing Zhu Chi's words, Qiao Heng laughed dryly: "Now the young master has not married the head of the Han family. If they get married..."
He said sternly, "By then, even if you join forces with Young Master Zhu Qing, it will be difficult to completely eliminate the Young Master."
How could Zhu Chi not know that he was more anxious than anyone else right now.
Compared to his eldest brother Zhu Qing, who has completely established himself in Tianjing City, his younger brother Zhu Mo, who is growing very fast and has the support of the Han family, also poses a huge threat to him...
It seems that he is now the weakest among the three brothers.
There is no hope at all in this damn place called Long City.
Although his father-in-law was the head of the Tianjing Wen family, he was unable to help him fight against Zhu Qing.
"Damn it, I don't know what the old man is thinking. He's always making unpredictable calculations."
Zhu Chi suddenly slammed his fist on the table and started cursing.
The current miserable state is all thanks to Zhu Min.
"Stop talking. Big brother is still our biggest enemy right now. There's no need to break up with little brother so early. Just give Wu Xi to him."
Qiao Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded, his mouth twitching as he thought to himself, "Master Zhu Chi is probably going to be eliminated early in the battle for the position of Patriarch..."
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"call..."
On the way back to Nanjiang City, Zhu Mo felt a palpitation.
I was already sweating profusely when I got home. I hung my coat on the hanger with my weak body and slumped in a chair.
"What's going on..."
Unleashing the Goddess's blessing skill doesn't seem to make the current physical condition any better.
Zhu Mo, with pale lips, was biting his red lips. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent. His eyes were slightly closed and he did not move.
"Master, do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
Sensing something strange, two Mo guards wearing orc masks appeared out of nowhere and asked nervously.
Zhu Mo nodded with difficulty, his whole body felt cold, and his heartbeat became slower and slower, as if it was a sign before ascension.
The two Mo guards looked at each other, came to Zhu Mo and wanted to carefully help Zhu Mo up.
But before he could do anything, an old voice rang out from inside the house: "Don't touch him, or he might die~"
"Who?"
Hearing the sudden sound in the room, the two men instantly tensed up and took out their weapons and were on guard everywhere.
They are natural guards, and their perception abilities are definitely top-notch.
But at this moment, I couldn't find where the sound came from.
"who?"
"Hey, stop looking. There's no need to be so nervous. I'm not here to kill your master."
A figure suddenly appeared behind the two men, easily snatched the weapons from their hands and threw them to the ground.
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