The situation on the scene is not up to him, and the grudges between the two sides are still insoluble, and at most it is just a fight to the death.

Liao Xuebing just kicked open the door of the room and walked in, Mo Lao Wu and Yin Chu were on their own guard, and after seeing that the person who came was Liao Xuebing, Mo Lao Wu and the people of Mo Lao Wu refocused their attention on Yin Chu.

The layout of the room is close to the luxury of the presidential suite's living room, and there is no need to describe it too much in words, and the staff in charge of cleaning and sanitation know that as long as one of the things is broken, the rest of the life will not be lived.

Mo Lao Wu and Yin Chu each leaned on the leather sofa, the two sides were about two meters apart, and a small table in the middle was placed on Mo Lao Wudi Havana cigars and Yin Chu Di Camel brand cigarettes. Behind Mo Lao Wu was a capable middle-aged man holding a little boy who was a young boy. There were also two people behind Yin Chu opposite him, and he was dumbfounded, and he couldn't see any expression. It can be guessed that there was a child with him in this severe negotiation situation, and that child was useless and had a ghost, It should be the biological son of Yin Chu who was mastered by Mo Lao Wu.

"Okay, don't be nervous, I'm commissioned to come here to observe the learning place." Liao Xuebing hurriedly closed the door and said to Mo Lao Wu: "Give me a face, let the child go, and then you can go to rest, and I will solve the rest for you."

Mo Lao Wu rubbed his temples and smiled tiredly: "Miss Alice Smith asked me well, she has been learning Chinese recently, she has made rapid progress, and she can already have a simple conversation with me.

Yin Chu smiled: "Who is an adult and who is a child?"

Mo Lao Wu smiled even more happily, "Do you remember the fire in the health care product factory eight years ago? You burned my son to death, alas, it's really sad to think about.

"Oh, yes, that's a good time to mourn, try to work harder tomorrow, and have another big fat boy." As a doctor of psychology, Yin Chu couldn't guess Mo Laowudi's mental activities at this time.

Mo Lao Wu changed his expression very indifferently, lit a cigar and held it in his hand, let the smell of smoke emanate, and said: "I must be very curious why I asked you to meet you today why I brought a child with me. Now the mystery can be revealed, his name is Zhu Gouyu, is Zhu Xiangdi's adopted son, this year is nine years and four months old, born smart and clever, very potential.

Others' understanding of this sentence only means that they are hitting each other and sarcastically mocking each other, and no one will understand Yin Chu's mood at the moment.

First of all, I was extremely shocked, shocked that my body was cold, my hands and feet were cold, and I couldn't help myself. But after all, I was a giant of the underworld with excellent psychological quality.

Six years ago, he received the news of the death of his wife and son in prison, and he was so distressed that he swore to make the enemy die a good death, and he has been working hard for this goal for six years.

Mo Lao Wu, this scumbag, actually gave him an insulting name.

I couldn't help but stand up and called in a low voice, "Yasuhara, Yasuhara, are you okay? Come to Dad."

Zhu Gouyu was so frightened that he took a step back and said, "Uncle Mo, who is that person, it's so weird, I think he looks like a villain who specializes in abducting and selling women and children on the street."

Mo Lao Wu said: "Dog leftover, where is your father?"

"Daddy looks like he's outside."

Yin Chu sat down dejectedly and asked dejectedly: "Old Five, what conditions do you have? As long as it's not too outrageous, I can promise you."

"Wha!" Mo Lao Wu finally seized the opportunity to laugh wildly, in order to vent his anxious and suppressed emotions, "I don't have any conditions, and I don't ask you for anything! As an opponent who has been competing for ten years, I just want to invite you to watch a good show, right now!"

Yin Chu faintly

It doesn't feel good: "What?"

"The dog's clothes are particularly soaked in grease, and with a light touch of the lighter, he can turn into a roasted sweet potato. You once made my son a roasted sweet potato, so now, it's up to you to enjoy the taste.

Yin Chu was shocked, his soul was scattered, and he shouted: "Mo Lao Wu, you ......" The current time does not allow for excessive thinking, and with a wave of his hand, he rushed towards Mo Lao Wu together with the two entourages behind him.

Ah Tu turned over his clothes, two more swarthy pistols in both hands, and sneered: "Don't think that I can't hide the gun after checking. You prisoner has been locked up for a few years and has long been out of touch with the real society.......

Mo Lao Wu stared at Yin Chu's face tightly with an incomparably huge revenge pleasure, and his eyes did not blink for a moment.

Zhu Gouyu, who was born fat, didn't know that death was approaching, and pulled the corner of Ah Tu's lichen and said with a little hesitation: "Uncle Tu, is that bad guy quarreling with Uncle?"

Yin Chu said: "Wait, in fact, your son ...... eight years ago"

Liao Xuebing, who had been watching the play coldly beside him, said sharply: "Mo Lao Wu, are you crazy? Stop your crazy behavior immediately!" One foot stepped on the edge of the table, and the other end shouted high, the force was too intense, and the gravity force that was immediately overcome was rotated and rose into the air. actually flew into the air with the power of Lao Liao's kick, and the momentum was amazing.

Yin Chu was taken aback, hurriedly dodged to avoid, Lao Liao had already lightly and skillfully caught the cigar that flew out of the table, the iron box popped open the lid, jumped out of a brown sè shiny cigar, opened his mouth, and bit it with his teeth.

The table fell to the surface with a bang, but fortunately, the thick Persian handmade camel hair blanket slowed down a lot of falling force, otherwise it would have been scary at this time.

Liao Xuebing raised his foot and kicked the back of the sofa, Mo Lao Wu was caught off guard, although the sofa offset most of the force, it was still like being hit by a tank, and he couldn't help but fly into the air, and pounced on Yin Chu with his teeth and claws - he was in mid-air, could he still pose for a photo if he didn't do this action?

Yin Chukan avoided the table with palpitations, and was immediately knocked down by Mo Lao Wu, and the two of them rolled to the corner with their arms in their arms.

Liao Xuebing pushed away Zhu Gouyu and Ah Yan, the pistol spun quickly in the palm of his hand a few times, and it was carried out with both hands at the same time, the action was skillful and better than the western cowboy, slightly stagnant, and in the unexpected situation of everyone, he fired fourteen shots at Mo Lao Wu and Yin Chu in a row.

Lao Liao then took away the cigar and proudly blew away the muzzle of the gun.

The three attendants looked nervously and panickedly towards the corner of the wall, unexpectedly full of blood, Mo Lao Wu and Yin Chu hugged tightly, the posture was warm, and the attitude was ambiguous, just like the modern gangster version of Romeo and Liet.

The two glanced at each other, and immediately separated as fast as they could, glaring at each other, Mo Lao Wu said angrily: "Liao Xuebing, what kind of plane are you doing?"

"The child is not wrong, and he is not a tool for you to vent his anger, so he can't be killed.

"Hey, don't joke around, it's going to scare people to death." Yin Chu dusted off the dust that didn't exist on his knees, raised his head to look at Liao Xuebing and Mo Lao Wudi's eyes, and said, "Actually, Lao Wudi's son didn't die at all."

"What?" This time, Mo Lao Wu was shocked: "My son is not dead?" I know you are unhappy, but there is no need to joke about the dead, your son's life is worth money, and my son's life is not worth anything?

"Your son really isn't dead."

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