Chapter 300: Spare My Life
This phenomenon was obviously a bit strange. He stared at the people from Southern Xinjiang and asked, "Where are the people from the boat?"
The man from southern Xinjiang was still a little dazed at the moment. He had not even spread the poison powder when he was beaten and tied up so quickly.
He was suddenly questioned and didn't react for a while.
At this moment, several thugs who were unaware of the situation ran back, and were held down by the police as soon as they entered the yard.
Mo Jiuye's attention then shifted to the thugs.
Among the thugs was the one who beat Hu Cong in the street. When they saw Mo Jiuye, they instinctively wanted to run away, but they had been controlled by the police. They could only stand there obediently and stare at Mo Jiuye in horror.
Mo Jiuye turned around and asked the thugs: "Where is your leader?"
The thugs had already experienced his power, and at this moment they were still controlled by the police, and they knew in their hearts that they were doomed.
At this point, behaving better might have led to a different outcome.
"He is our leader."
As the thug spoke, his eyes were already looking at the people from southern Xinjiang.
Upon hearing this, the officer stepped forward and gave the thug a hard kick.
"Honestly, I know the boss of your shipping company. How dare you talk nonsense when you are about to die?"
The thug felt very aggrieved after being kicked.
"Sir, I'm not lying. This man came to our shipping company a month ago. The former boss voluntarily gave him his position."
"What's going on?" Mo Jiuye asked.
He was curious about why a man from southern Xinjiang would come to Yuncheng to be the boss of a shipping company, and why this man was vicious. He suspected that his purpose was related to his own family.
He knew that asking these thugs this question would not yield any results, so he turned his attention to the people from southern Xinjiang who were tied up.
The man from southern Xinjiang was obviously evasive in his gaze, but he still answered with confidence.
"The boss of their shipping company owed me money, so he mortgaged the shipping company to me."
Not to mention Mo Jiuye, even the thugs didn't believe it.
The shipping company has been prosperous in Yuncheng for more than ten years. It has always been doing business with no capital. How could it possibly owe money to others?
Mo Jiuye sneered, and considering that this was not the time to ask these questions, he ordered the officers to go forward and ask where the head of the shipping company was.
Although he was not from the government office, he had just heard Meng Huaining mention a few things.
Meng Huaining has been busy collecting evidence of the shipping company's head's crimes recently. All of these happened over the past decade. Even if this man from southern Xinjiang did something illegal, it has only been more than a month.
Mo Jiuye guessed that the original head of the shipping company was most likely controlled by this person, and Meng Huaining would definitely interrogate the person from Southern Xinjiang.
He stepped forward, picked up the man from Southern Xinjiang, and strode out, saying to the officers, "I'll take him to the yamen first."
Meng Huaining could interrogate this person, but before that, he had to find out what he wanted to know.
Besides, he was worried about leaving his wife alone in the teahouse, and he would feel at ease if he saw her sooner.
In Mo Jiuye's hands, the injured man from Southern Xinjiang was like a dead dog, with no ability to resist at all, and he was carried all the way to the teahouse.
He Zhiran was observing the condition of several poisoned people at the moment when he heard an official coming to tell him that Mo Jiuye was bringing someone back.
She hurried out of the teahouse to check. At this time, Mo Jiuye had already thrown the man from Southern Xinjiang into a corner and was planning to question him.
He Zhiran first looked at Mo Jiuye. Seeing that he came back unharmed, he felt relieved. Then he looked at the person he had thrown to the ground.
“Is he from southern Xinjiang?”
Mo Jiuye nodded: "Yes, he was the one who poisoned Myna, and he also took his place as the boss of the shipping company..." He told him everything he knew.
The first thing that came to He Zhiran's mind was the same as Mo Jiuye's, which was the origin of this person from southern Xinjiang.
"Who sent you here?"
Seeing a woman asking him a question, the man from southern Xinjiang's pupils shrank, and his sinister look was clearly revealed.
"As long as you let me go, I will tell you everything I know."
Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran sneered at the same time. No one would believe such words, yet this person dared to say them.
Mo Jiuye stepped forward and kicked him right at the broken arm.
The people in southern Xinjiang screamed in pain, causing passers-by to stop and watch.
Seeing this, Mo Jiuye picked up the person again and took He Zhiran away.
"Ranran, let's find a quieter place."
The two turned into an alley, and Mo Jiuye threw the person to the ground again.
This time, the man from southern Xinjiang was really scared. He just thought that there were so many pedestrians passing by on the street, and this man would not dare to do anything to him.
But it’s different now. This place is remote and no one would know if someone killed himself.
"Good...good man, spare my life."
Mo Jiuye walked forward expressionlessly and said in a cold voice: "If you want to live, tell me your origins honestly."
Now that his wife is pregnant, he doesn't want her to use hypnosis again. It's not worth it if it hurts her body.
What's more, the man from southern Xinjiang in front of him looked like a coward, and he probably wouldn't need any threats or inducements to tell the truth.
The man from southern Xinjiang was indeed a coward. In order to survive, he revealed his entire origin.
“I’m from southern Xinjiang.”
"I know this. Just tell me the key points." Mo Jiuye was obviously a little impatient.
When the people of southern Xinjiang saw his eyes that were as sharp as blades, they were so scared that they broke out in sweat, with beads of sweat unconsciously dripping from their foreheads.
However, his hands and feet were tied tightly and he couldn't wipe them at all.
"My master sent me here to find out about the situation of the Mo family in the former Duke of Dashun's Protectorate Mansion."
As expected...
Mo Jiuye continued to ask: "Your master is Mr. Simeng?"
"You...how do you know?" The man from Southern Xinjiang seemed to have figured something out and asked haltingly, "Could it be that you are Mo Jiuye?"
Although he had never seen Mo Jiuye in person, he had heard that all the men in the Mo family were handsome and had great martial arts skills.
He himself is a martial artist, but he was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back. The only person with such skills in Yuncheng is probably Mo Jiuye.
Mo Jiuye did not hide it: "It's me."
When the people from southern Xinjiang saw him admit it, they were so scared that they instinctively shrank back.
"Master Mo... Master Mo Jiu, I came here out of helplessness. Please be merciful and let me go this time!"
Mo Jiuye didn't answer him, but urged: "If you don't want me to send you off personally, then tell me everything I want to know."
The people from Southern Xinjiang were afraid that if they spoke too slowly, the other party would kill them, so they rushed to speak after Mo Jiuye finished speaking:
"My master asked me to come here to inquire about the Mo family's news and report it to him truthfully."
Mo Jiuye had just heard this answer. Seeing that the man from Southern Xinjiang couldn't get to the point for a long time, he simply started asking.
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