"Really?"

Mr. Mo sat up hard, glanced at his stomach, which had recovered to normal, and said with excitement and surprise on his face: "It's really a miracle doctor, the doctors in those big hospitals of TMD, they only said that I had food poisoning, but they couldn't cure me, what a bunch of waste." ”

"This is a head reduction, and it is not something that doctors can look forward to."

Zhang Yang also told the truth, lowering his head could not be cured with medical skills at all, so for the hospital, it was helpless to encounter such a patient.

"Well, let's say, how much does it cost?" Seeing that the disease had been cured, Mr. Mo struggled to stand up and said.

"A million." Hearing the other party's initiative, Wang Yang hurriedly took over the conversation and spoke.

Mr. Mo had a always amiable smile on his face, which made Wang Yang even suspect that Zhang Yang's analysis was wrong, and felt that the other party was very easy to talk to.

"No problem, follow me inside to get the money." After Mr. Mo finished speaking, he glanced at the two subordinates on the side, turned around and walked towards the living room.

The two subordinates immediately followed, standing behind Zhang Yang and Wang Yang, their faces full of smug and arrogant expressions.

Especially the one who was beaten into a pig's head, when he smiled and touched the wound, he immediately grinned in pain, which was even more ridiculous.

When he walked to the door of the living room, Zhang Yang saw through the door glass that the two subordinates behind him put their hands into their arms, and the corner that was exposed was actually a black pistol handle.

This surprised him, not that he was afraid that the other party would hurt him and Wang Yang, after all, the kung fu of these people was not his opponent.

What is surprising is that Huaxia is not allowed to hide guns privately, and the other party not only has guns, but also wants to put the two of them to death in order to make a little ugly.

"Mr. Mo, the bell must be tied to the bell, although your condition has been temporarily controlled, you still have to find someone who will lower your head." Zhang Yang hurriedly spoke.

He didn't want things to be too complicated, once he started, I was afraid that he wouldn't have a chance to know who lowered his head, and what kind of character was this Mr. Mo in front of him?

What's more, there is also the burden of Wang Yang, who didn't feel the danger at all, and followed the others into the house with a dirty face.

"What? Isn't it already cured? Mr. Mo hasn't turned back yet, and Wang Yang's grandson is anxious first.

It's no wonder that in his heart, one million will be in hand immediately, and now Zhang Yang said that he has not been cured yet, isn't this money equivalent to a waste?

"Yes, little brother, didn't you also say that it was cured just now?"

Mr. Mo took a deep breath, turned his head and glanced at his subordinates behind him, and asked curiously.

"It only temporarily suppressed the condition, and it was not completely cured."

Zhang Yang turned his head sideways and saw that the two big men behind him had already taken out their hands again, and continued with a smile: "The lowering of the head can only be lifted by the person who surrendered, which means that if you can't find him, your condition will soon attack again." ”

His words are half-true, and a profound head lowering master can indeed reach such a level, and others can't lift their own head lowering.

And the head drop on the other party in front of him is not so complicated, he just stabilizes the other party first.

The first is to see who is the one who surrendered, and then to see what the identity of Mr. Mo in front of him is, and what hurtful things he has done.

"Can't you kill her? Or to force her to lift her head? ”

When Mr. Mo heard this, he was obviously a little out of proportion, and he couldn't care about pretending anymore, and even said such cruel words.

"No, you have a blood curse, and you have been bound to the other party's blood nerves, and no matter what pain she suffers, you will feel the same way."

Cunning flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes and continued: "Including death, of course, I can guarantee that if she dies now, you won't live for an hour." ”

"I don't believe it."

On Mr. Mo's distorted face, Zhang Yang knew that he had begun to go crazy, and he had lost his usual calmness.

"You can try."

……

Zhang Yang understands that no one will take his life as a child's play, not to mention that he has already cured his illness just now, and he is even more convinced of his words.

Sure enough, after pondering for a moment, Mr. Mo showed a helpless look on his fat face, and the arrogance and excitement just now gradually calmed down.

"Can you help me find the giver of surrender?"

"Of course you can, it's up to you to take me there?" Zhang Yang was proud in his heart, and he still deliberately showed a look of concern on his face.

"Do I have a choice?" Mr. Mo said with a wry smile.

"By the way, you pay the one million for the treatment first."

"But you didn't cure me?" Mr. Mo looked up in surprise, his words full of dissatisfaction.

"If I say I'm cured now, I'm afraid you'll believe it, right?"

Zhang Yang smiled evilly, paused slightly, and continued: "Alas! I am also in line with the attitude of being responsible for the patient, so I will decide to help you find out the real culprit, otherwise I would have taken the money and left a long time ago, does your life or death have anything to do with me? ”

……

Mr. Mo was speechless, with a tangled look on his fat face, thinking that if you TMD were cured, Lao Tzu would have killed you a long time ago, how could he let you take the money and leave?

But then it occurred to me that what was the difference between killing him now and letting him help him find out the real culprit and then slaughtering him?

It's just that he died a little later, and when he thought of this, he felt a lot calmer in his heart, revealing the amiable smile he used to have.

"Yes, yes, it's really fate, brother." Mr. Mo stepped forward affectionately and patted him on the shoulder.

"But at this price, it may be ......"

"Haha, no problem, as long as you can find her, it's no problem to give you an extra million." Mr. Mok's answer was very refreshing.

He still had a trace of doubt, thinking that Zhang Yang's kindness had another purpose, and his own business would not be seen in the light, and one more person would know about it, and it would be more dangerous.

After listening to him say that he added money, he completely dispelled his doubts, thinking how much money can you take away?

After all, it's a young man, and it's still too tender......

"Since Mr. Mo agrees, then take me to have a look, find out as soon as possible, and help you solve this worry as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll take you to my store now."

After Mr. Mo finished speaking, he said to a big man beside him: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go drive quickly?" ”

"Yes, boss." After Dahan finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and walked in the direction of the garage.

"Boss, let's just drive our own car."

Wang Yang's mood was still a little lost at first, but after hearing that the other party had raised the price by another million, he became excited again.

"Haha, you don't need two brothers, how can I trouble you to drive yourself, just take my car." Mr. Mo laughed.

He can get to this day, in addition to being ruthless, that is, he is careful, and he can't give the two of them any chance to slip away.

As he spoke, a Bentley drove up and stopped in front of the three of them.

Mr. Mo beckoned the two to get into the car, and in case of accidents, he called a big man to sit in the car and drove out of the villa.

Along the way, the three of them talked and laughed on the surface, and Mr. Mo also opened the conversation box and told the two of them about his situation.

In his heart, as long as the two of them entered his shop, they would definitely not come out alive. What is there to hide from those who are about to die?

Mr. Mo's name is Mo Shihui, and he runs more than half of the nightclubs in Donghai City.

Zhang Yang understands that doing this kind of business must also be a standard underworld, otherwise how can he hold down the scene?

There are not many vehicles on the road, and the villa is only a dozen miles away from the nightclub to go, and it will soon be at its destination.

The name of the nightclub is Shuoguo Nightclub, and the first thing that catches your eye after getting off the bus is two mighty stone lions and a golden signboard.

There are more than 100 parking spaces in front of the door, you must know that this is a golden section of the city center where every inch of land is valuable, and many office buildings of listed companies alone do not have its scene.

Because it was daytime, there were few customers in the nightclub, and a few girls dressed up in fancy clothes sat in front of the bar and chatted, and from time to time there were bursts of coquettish laughter that made people's hearts ripple.

Not far away, more than a dozen big men in black suits were playing cards boringly, and after seeing a few people entering, they hurriedly stood up and surrounded them.

"Mr. Mo, you're here."

"Why is it so early today?"

……

The big men greeted each other with flattering smiles on their faces.

Nima's, when did the underworld boss become the boss? It's just a waste of this enviable title, Zhang Yang secretly scolded in his heart.

Mo Shihui smiled and nodded, said hello, and walked to the office on the second floor with a boss's demeanor.

"Where's the bathroom?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile as he felt a burst of urine.

"Turn right at the end of the hallway."

The big man who was beaten into a pig's head was no longer very neat in his speech.

Mo Shihui just asked him to come with him, just to use his anger to give him a chance to take revenge.

"You accompany the little brother, lest he find a place." Mo Shihui glanced at him and motioned for him to keep an eye on Zhang Yang.

Dahan understood and followed Zhang Yang towards the corridor.

"Third child, what's going on with your face?" A big man in a black suit happened to greet him and asked the big man who was beaten into a pig's head.

"MD, don't mention it, it's unlucky to die." The third child said with a stomach full of grievances.

Anyway, at the end of the corridor, except for the toilet and a few private rooms, there was no way to escape from the window, and the third child didn't bother to go to the smelly place in the toilet, so he stopped and chatted with his companion.

When Zhang Yang walked to the door of the toilet, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the women's toilet next to him, and he was stunned for a moment.

This person is none other than Meng Wanting, a reporter from the East China Sea Morning News.

I saw that she was wearing a nightclub waiter's women's suit, and her high heels made her petite body much erect, but it also looked convex and backward full of charm.

What's more important is that this little girl actually wears light makeup, light red lips, and black eye shadow, which is less capable and more coquettish.

"What are you doing here?" Meng Wanting showed a nervous look on her face, shrunk her head and said cautiously.

"This is where men come, why can't I?" Zhang Yang said with a wicked smile.