"I'm tired of eating the food here!"

Nangong Yunxi sneered, looked at Mo Xiaosheng and said, "It's you, you may not have much chance to enjoy this kind of private treatment, enjoy it!"

After saying that, Nangong Yunxi didn't pay attention to Mo Xiaosheng anymore, just threw the toothpick away, and walked out quickly, his assistant hurriedly followed and put on the coat for him.

Mo Xiaosheng looked at his back, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Ming, do you want me to chase him up and kill him?" Ming Cheng lowered his head again and whispered beside Mo Xiaosheng.

"......" Mo Xiaosheng was speechless again.

Li Qianyu glanced at Nangong Yunxi's back, he didn't care whether Nangong Yunxi left or not, he only cared about the interests of his family, supported the table with both hands, glared at Wan Xiaoyue with annoyance on his face and said, "Tell me the truth, is twenty percent your father's meaning, or your grandfather's meaning?"

Li Qianjue knows that although Wan Xun is now over 70 years old, he is still the head of the Wan family, which means that he is the most powerful person in the Wan family.

If 20% of the shares were handed over by Wan Chen, then he asked his father to find Wan Xun, maybe there would be room for maneuver, but if Wan Xun decided, then everything would be a little troublesome......

As for Wan Xiaoyue, Li Qianyue didn't consider that this idea came from him at all, Li Qianyue had long been clear about Wan Xiaoyue's character, Wan Xiaoyue came in and said a few words, Li Qianyue had already seen that these words were taught to him by Wan Chen a long time ago.

"Whether it's my dad or my grandfather's meaning, it's the meaning of our family......"

When Wan Xiaoyue saw Li Qianyu asking, he suddenly became a little nervous.

"Hmph, let me tell you, if you only give us 20% of the shares, don't think about it for your family!" Li Qianjue said coldly, then waved his hand and sat back, "Forget it, it's nonsense to tell you this, you call your father, I'll talk to him!"

"I ...... I'm here to represent the Wanjia family this time, just talk to me!" Wan Xiaoyue swallowed his saliva, knowing that Li Qianyue looked down on him, and said a little unwillingly.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

At this time, a man in a blue suit suddenly ran in from downstairs and said to Wan Xiaoyue: "Young master, the master is here, and he will be at the door of the hotel soon!

"My father?" Wan Xiaoyue's face changed, obviously a little nervous, and he said in surprise: "Why is my father here......

"Master, I'm afraid that you won't be able to talk about it properly!" Lan Xifu said respectfully, "said that he wants to talk to Young Master Li in person!"

Li Qianjue's expression softened a little when he heard this, and he said to Wan Xiaoyue: "Okay, go pick up your dad quickly, it seems that your dad is very clear about your ability!"

Wan Xiaoyue gritted his teeth, glanced at Li Qianjue a little unwillingly, then got up and walked out with the blue suit, and his assistant quickly got up and followed out after handing over the documents to Li Qianjue.

Seeing Wan Xiaoyue go downstairs, his bodyguards immediately followed, and in the huge banquet hall, there were only a few bodyguards left of Mo Xiaosheng, Li Qianjue, Ming Cheng and Li Qianjue.

"Brother Li, don't you think something is wrong?" Mo Xiaosheng glanced at the front door of the banquet hall and said suspiciously.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Li Qianjue replied casually as she flipped through the documents.

"Sir, I don't think something is right too!" Ming Cheng leaned down, glanced at the two side doors behind the stage of the banquet hall, and said coldly, "Those two doors have been closed, and it is very likely that they are locked!

Mo Xiaosheng didn't speak, got up and looked out through the window, and found that the location of this banquet hall was very special, only one side had a window, and the outside of the window was facing the dark lake.

"Brother Li, let's go down first!"

Mo Xiaosheng had an ominous premonition in his heart, so he wanted to call Li Qianjue to go down.

"Xiaosheng, don't be nervous, my people have already come to investigate in advance, there is no danger!" Li Qianjue said nonchalantly.

As one of the three heroes of the capital, he is not famous, out of prudence, he did send people to survey the surroundings before, but what he didn't know was that the Zhang family had long been on guard against him, so he had already bought the hotel and hid people in the hotel.

"Brother Li, then I'll go down and take a look!"

After Mo Xiaosheng finished speaking, he was about to raise his feet and walk out, but suddenly there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside, and then a group of sturdy men in black special combat uniforms quickly rushed in, most of them were foreigners, among which there were several very strong black men, almost all of whom held a white Sensen M9 military dagger in their hands, and a few of them were holding a rice cavalry knife.

After a group of people rushed in, they didn't say a word, and rushed towards Mo Xiaosheng and them with gloomy faces, without even making the slightest sound.

"Brother Li, be careful!"

Mo Xiaosheng's face changed suddenly, things really weren't as simple as they seemed, no wonder Nangong Yunxi was in a hurry to leave just now.

As he spoke, he had already rushed to Li Qianjue, protected Li Qianjue behind him, and at the same time suddenly picked up a chair and threw it towards the crowd.

The chair smashed into the crowd with a whistling sound.

The gang didn't even dodge, they still rushed over quickly, one of the black men saw the chair flying towards him, and subconsciously bent his arm to block his head, thinking that he could block the chair from flying, but to his surprise, Mo Xiaosheng's force was very comparable, and the heavy solid wood chair "banged" on him, "click", his entire arm was suddenly fractured, he felt as if he had been hit by a boulder, his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground with a "poof".

But one black man fell, and there were still dozens of them, and the group rushed to the table in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Mo, stand back!"

Ming Cheng shouted coldly at Mo Xiaosheng, then grabbed a pair of chopsticks on the table and kicked hard, his body suddenly flew towards the crowd, falling from the sky, and a chopstick pierced into the eyes of a sturdy man.

"Ahh

However, Ming Cheng was extremely fast, his left arm pinned his arm, and his right elbow slammed into it, and with a "click", his arm was abolished, and then kicked away.

Several foreigners around saw that Ming Cheng was skilled, and immediately changed their route and surrounded him.

Ming Cheng is not afraid of danger, with one to many, without falling behind, three punches and two kicks can abolish a person.

Although the fighting skills of these foreigners are very outstanding, there is still a certain gap compared with Ming Cheng, a martial artist with occult arts, Ming Cheng snatched the dagger in their hands, killed neatly, and every time he made a knife, he was quick and neat.

But after all, it's not your own personal weapon, and it's somewhat uncomfortable to use.

Soon, some people were attracted to him, and they besieged him with all the tacit understanding, and in the face of so many people, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't solve them all in a short time.

So most of the rest of the people still surrounded Mo Xiaosheng and Li Qianjue.

As soon as several of Li Qianjue's bodyguards rushed up, they immediately lost two.

"Come back! Protect Mr. Li!"

Mo Xiaosheng dragged Li Qianjue and pushed him into the arms of the remaining bodyguards, and then suddenly there were a few more silver needles in his hands, and he raised his hand suddenly, and a few cold lights galloped out, submerging into the abdomen of several of them, and several of them were soft under their feet, and they immediately fell to the ground with a pop.

However, there were still twenty or thirty people rushing towards Mo Xiaosheng, and after these people rushed over, they immediately surrounded him in the middle, and the dagger in their hands quickly beckoned to him.

Mo Xiaosheng's face changed slightly, and seeing that their moves were similar to Li Zhen's, he suspected that they were all soldiers, but they were definitely not regular soldiers, most of them were international mercenaries.

Mo Xiaosheng was puzzled in his heart, he didn't use the Five Elements Occult Technique, and while avoiding their attacks, he struck a fatal blow from time to time.

Originally, Mo Xiaosheng wanted to solve them in a very short time, but this grappling found that it was not as simple as he imagined.

This group of people has obviously undergone special training, more than a dozen people surrounded him in the middle, with tacit understanding, this knife just pierced over, and the other knife was just right or stabbed or cut over, and there were up and down, so many blades, it was extremely difficult for him to dodge.

In the face of a tight siege like an iron pass, no matter how fast he is, he will not be able to give full play to this advantage.

Although his strength advantage is not limited, and he can take down one with every punch or kick, but with each down, there will be a person on the periphery who fills the vacancy.

At this time, he finally knew why Ming Cheng was entangled by those dozen people!

Mo Xiaosheng's heart moved, and with a casual grip in his hand, a golden long sword appeared in his hand. In an instant, the golden light floated away, like a blooming flower, flying quickly in all directions.

This trick continued, and in an instant, more than a dozen people were killed by Mo Xiaosheng. Mo Xiaosheng's figure did not stop, like a rapid phantom, quickly shuttling among those mercenaries.

Seeing this, a few of the mercenaries rushed towards Li Qianjue, although his bodyguards were good, but they were still much inferior to these people, and there were many people on the other side, they couldn't last long at all, and they were sent out in a few rounds, and then the two mercenaries turned grim and stabbed the dagger in their hands at Li Qianjue.

Li Qianjue's face turned pale with fright, and he subconsciously stepped back, stumbled under his feet, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and two blades immediately pierced his head.

But with a twist of their wrists, two sharp daggers slammed down on the top of his head.

"Brother Li!"

Seeing this, Mo Xiaosheng's complexion changed suddenly, he jumped suddenly, stepped on a person's shoulder and kicked it, and his body immediately flew sideways in the direction of Li Qianjue, and before the daggers in the hands of the two people in front of Li Qianjue fell, Mo Xiaosheng hooked the necks of the two of them and threw himself to the ground, clamping his arms hard, "Gaba" made two crisp sounds, and the two mercenaries were clamped off their necks by Mo Xiaosheng.

Mo Xiaosheng, who was in a rage, couldn't care about hurting people's lives for a long time, since these people wanted to kill him, then he didn't have to show mercy to his subordinates!

"Brother Li, are you okay?"

Mo Xiaosheng hurriedly tore Li Qianjue's collar and tore him up.

"Xiaosheng, you're injured!" Li Qiansheng's face changed suddenly, and he saw that Mo Xiaosheng's right calf was oozing dark red blood, obviously injured in order to jump out to save him.

"I'm fine!" Mo Xiaosheng gritted his teeth and dragged him back, wanting to kick open the back door and escape.

But the mercenaries apparently saw through his thoughts and quickly ran over to stop them.

Mo Xiaosheng looked at them nervously, and didn't rush to make a move, because the injury on his leg still had a certain impact on him. However, he waved the golden long sword in his hand, and a clear streamer quietly flew into the wound on his leg, and in a moment, the injury had mostly stopped, and it was no longer so painful.

"Who are you? Who let you come? How much do they give you? I'll give you double!" Li Qianyu asked in a trembling voice when she saw that she couldn't seem to run away today, and she was so frightened that she was covered with cold sweat.