Some people admire Mo Wen, some people question Mo Wen, and some people hate Mo Wen, and those who admire Mo Wen are because the dragon head cane is shining, and the people who question Mo Wen are because Mo Wen has such strength at such a young age, and the people who hate Mo Wen are because Mo Wen has made them lose their relatives.

Among these people, one of them is Yu Zhongtian's nephew Yu Xiaole, there are several young people in colorful clothes standing next to him, the man led by the big mouth is a little conspicuous, he is the most mixed person in the Yu family, nicknamed the stirrger, Yu Xiaole is naturally not familiar with these people, but money can make ghosts grind, interests are very important in the eyes of any person, even if you are strong-willed, you can't withstand the temptation of this kind of interests.

Of course, in this world, it is not excluded those who are not tempted by profits, after all, these people are in the minority.

"We waited so long for him to show up. Next to the-stirring stick, a young man swallowed a cigarette in his mouth, swallowed the clouds, and sneered: "It's been a long time since I've bullied a newcomer." ”

"Shut up. The-stirring stick scolded the young man, frowned, squinted, and muttered, "Why do I think this person is a little familiar?"

As soon as the words fell, several companions and Yu Xiaole couldn't help but look at this mouthy young man, and the-stirring stick frowned and pondered.

"Don't overthink it, let's do it. Yu Xiaole urged, it seemed that in his eyes, only one person could arouse his interest, and this person was Mo Wen: "He came out, and it will be too late if he doesn't do it." ”

"Brother Stick, what do you say?" a companion was eager to try, the-stirring stick didn't have time to think about it, just now he couldn't see clearly through the window too far, and now he could only see the other party's back, and gradually disappeared

"Catch up, can't let him just slip away and there is no one here, it's the best time for us to do it. With a wave of his big hand, he looked at the group and rushed forward, Yu Xiaole's figure dodged on the side, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a cold smile.

"Little white face, you killed my uncle, I let you stay at home unrestlessly, even if I can't do anything to you, let you eat a fly or two, disgusting and disgusting, you go eat. Yu Xiaole muttered to himself coldly, the expression on his face was very proud: "Young Master Ben wants to deal with you, and I don't have to do it myself at all." ”

"Stop. Several young people from the Yu family rushed up and surrounded Mo Wen's group.

The incident happened suddenly, Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, then swept his gaze, his eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't expect that in the family, there were still people blocking his way, for so many years, any person in the Yu family saw Mo Wen, they were very respectful, however, the appearance of these young people made Mo Wen a little surprised: "What do you want to do?"

At this time, the-stirring stick had already arrived, and Mo Wen happened to turn around, and the-stirring stick's eyes looked at this face up close

Not long ago, he followed Yu Zhongtian to Fuzhou and monitored Mo Wen, and it was at that time that a major incident happened around Mo Wen!

A young man faced so many high-ranking Japanese warriors, and finally walked out unharmed, and the Japanese warriors suffered countless casualties.

This-stirring stick happened to see that scene in the dark, and he would never forget the young man's face, which was the one in front of him, the subordinates around him, ate the ** on a living person in seconds, that kind of terrifying, terrible, nightmare scene, how could the-stirring stick never forget, at this moment, the-stirring stick just sat on the ground, not scared to pee, it was already very good.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The-stirring stick desperately knelt down and begged for mercy, making the companions surrounding Mo Wen dumbfounded, and the scene that made everyone dumbfounded, including Yu Xiaole, who had already hidden half of his body and was ready to watch a good show, couldn't help but be dumbfounded at this time.

"That-stirring stick, why did your legs suddenly become weak?What the hell, what the hell is going on?" Yu Xiaole couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, scolded angrily, and almost couldn't help but want to rush forward, including several companions next to the-stirring stick, stunned for a while, one of them couldn't help but blurt out: "Brother stick, are you okay?"

"Shut up for me!" The shit-stirring stick raised his head and scolded angrily, his eyes couldn't hide his fear, although he knew the specific identity of the young man in front of him, but he never thought that it was actually the young man who took countless flying beasts to break through the trap, what kind of strength was the Japanese slave warrior? The leading figure in the world's assassination, although he has now lowered his profile a lot, but the power of the Japanese slave warrior has not weakened in the slightest, on the contrary, under Taoguang's obscurity, it is bound to be stronger.

Not to mention Yu Zhongtian, even Yu Shan also has an attitude of awe towards the Japanese slave warriors, but the young man standing in front of the stirring stick actually ignores the existence of the Japanese slave warriors, and the soul of the stirring stick is so frightened that he is about to go out of his body, for fear that he will suddenly be inexplicably strewn on the street at some point, and the most terrifying thing is the terrible scene of those monsters instantly gnawing off the body of a living person, which makes the stirring stick panic instantly.

Mo Wen walked up to the-stirring stick and asked curiously, "Do you know me?"

The-stirring stick shook his head, but he nodded hurriedly and panickedly, and said without hesitation: "I don't know you I know you, I don't know you."

This guy was about to cry, and finally said the whole sentence: "A while ago, I happened to be in Fuzhou, and I was fortunate to see you with a group of flying monsters to break into the trap set by the Japanese slave samurai."

Mo Wen's eyes narrowed, looking at the-stirring stick in front of him, he didn't have the slightest impression of this person, however, he was not very interested in these people, the only thing that interested was that what this guy said meant that Mo Wen's side, anytime, anywhere, there were countless people watching him in the dark.

"Then what do you want to do?" Mo Wen asked coldly, pointing at the many people around him.

"We" stirring stick really had tears in his eyes, he wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start: "We have eyes but don't know Taishan, we have eyes without beads, big brother, you have a lot of knowledge, don't be like us, someone gives us a lot of money, let me teach us a lesson, big brother, we know it's wrong, let us go, next time, we won't dare."

The-stirring stick cried with a sad face, and confessed truthfully, he knew very well that in front of Mo Wen, these people were not enough to stuff Mo Wen's teeth.

"A lot of money?" Mo Wen frowned and sneered: "I am actually in my own home, and there are people who can't get along with me?" Not to mention that such a big thing happened in the Yu family, you people don't want to rebuild their homes, and you still have the heart to do such a boring thing?"

"Let's get out right away, get out right away, big brother, don't be like us," the-stirring stick hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Who hired you?" Mo Wen asked curiously.

"He's nearby" The eyes of the-stirring stick didn't leave Mo Wen at all, but just pointed to the place he had just come over.

"He's around here?" Mo Wen felt that things were getting more and more interesting.

"In the back. Hearing this, Mo Wen raised his eyes, and next to a rockery in the distance, a figure quickly shrank back.

"Oh, it turned out to be Yu Zhongtian's nephew, Yu Xiaole. Mo Wen recognized it at first sight, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he sneered: "It's okay, I don't mind what happened just now, but I want to ask you for a favor." ”

The-stirring stick was stunned for a moment, but while he was happy, he was still a little scared, and hurriedly asked: "Big brother, please command, go up the knife mountain and go down to the oil pot Big brother has a word."

"I'll give you a piece of candy to teach him a lesson. Mo Wen took out a candy that Bai Rong'er had placed in his room and threw it in front of the-stirring stick.

The-stirring stick was stunned for a moment, and he came back in a hurry, grabbed the candy on the ground, stood up immediately, waved his big hand, and shouted very imposingly: "Brothers, follow me." ”

Although a few companions were confused, but the boss spoke, naturally they didn't dare to disobey, they all followed the stirring stick back back, looking at the backs of these guys, Mo Wen smiled and shook his head, he never regarded people like Xiang Stirring Stick as opponents, at most it was just a small life adjustment agent, Yu Jia, these people were like flies on the dinner table, and they flew away with a wave of their hands, and they would not have any impact on Mo Wen at all.

Mo Wen curiously glanced at the figure not far away, turned around and left.

Yu Xiaole watched the-stirring stick and others walk back, his face flashed out a little gloomy, and the afterglow of his eyes caught a glimpse of Mo Wen had gone away, his eyes couldn't help flashing a burst of anger, and shouted: "What are you doing here? I asked you to do this guy's clothes without touching them, and he ran back, and I gave you a lot of money in a bunch of."

"Xiaole, this is the money you gave us" The-stirring stick handed back a bank card to Yu Xiaole, and sneered: "This deal, our brother can't do it." ”

"What!" Yu Xiaole's expression was gloomy, and he immediately sneered: "Do you think you have little money? I can add money to you." ”

It's only tens of thousands of yuan, Yu Xiaole naturally doesn't pay attention to it, the reason why he doesn't want to give so much is only because he thinks that these people are not worth the price, if it weren't for dealing with Mo Wen, making Mo Wen feel that Yu Xiaole can't live at home, Yu Xiaole won't give these people so much money.

"No need. The-stirring stick grinned, stepped forward, and sneered, "We've already taken another deal." ”

As soon as the words fell, the-stirring stick directly punched out, directly hitting the bridge of Yu Xiaole's nose, and in an instant, Yu Xiaole felt that tears and snot were going to flow out together, his eyes were dark, and he didn't have time to react, but after screaming reflexively, the chaotic fist had already beckoned

Bang bang, Yu Xiaole was beaten to the ground with his head in his arms, howling and screaming.

"That's enough, brothers, let's go. He didn't dare to go too far, he knew Yu Xiaole's identity at home, and after beating Yu Xiaole this time, he should not dare to show up for a while, but it didn't mean that Xiaole reacted, so he ran out of the way.

"You" Yu Xiaole raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were already swollen, flashing with anger, unwillingness, anger, and hatred: "How much money did that bastard give you?"

"We don't do it for the money"

"So for what?"

"A piece of sugar is enough"

"Huh?" Yu Xiaole was almost angry and vomited blood, a piece of candy, actually let these people bite him in turn, what kind of ** soup did this Mo ask these people to pour Yu Xiaole's eyes turned black and lost consciousness

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