The BMW was really fast, but Zhang Mo didn't catch up.

I saw Zhang Mo walking back with a black face.

When those young people saw Zhang Mo turn back, they hurriedly slipped away.

"Stop!" Zhang Mo snorted coldly, and the young people in the society were so frightened that they stood in place and didn't dare to move.

I heard Zhang Mo ask, "Did the owner of the BMW across the street call you?"

"It's not. A green-haired man replied.

"Isn't it?" Zhang Mo frowned, clenched his fists, and said, "It seems that the shot just now was too light, and you don't know my methods." It's okay, I'll use you to practice the wrong hands!"

Before the green hair could react, Zhang Mo had already grabbed the green hair's wrist with one hand, and then twisted it hard, directly breaking the green hair's wrist.

"Ah...... Ah ......" Green Fur let out a miserable cry, and he only felt that his wrist was broken.

However, at this moment, Zhang Mo's wrist twisted again, and he directly connected the broken wrist.

"Hey, it's all right?" the green hair looked at Zhang Mo with an incredulous expression.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Zhang Mo smiled, and then used another force to break the green hair's wrist again.

"Ah...... Ah ...... "The green hair is crying in pain and the father is calling the mother."

Zhang Mo didn't let him hurt for too long, just half a minute's effort, and then he picked it up again.

However, it was followed by an unceremonious twist.

The green hair was about to faint in pain, but he hurriedly said, "I said, the owner of the BMW called us over." ”

"Oh. Zhang Mo responded lightly, but his hand did not stop, and he was still happy to pinch off the wrist of the green hair, and then connect it again.

The scalps of the other yellow-haired and red-haired people were numb, they had seen ruthless, but they had never seen Zhang Mo so ruthless.

"Grandpa, I know it's wrong, you bypass me. Greenhair cried out.

Hearing this, Zhang Mo couldn't help but be happy, and said with a smile: "Yes, I actually took a grandson when I went out, do you really know that it was wrong?"

"Yes, I really know it's wrong. Green hair looked at Zhang Mo in horror.

"Okay, I'll let you go for now. Zhang Mo let go of the green hair's hand and continued to ask, "What is the name of the BMW owner, where can I find him?"

His surname is Wang, and his name seems to be Wang Haitao, and he seems to be the deputy general manager of Sanyang Group. Green Fur hurriedly said.

"Like, it seems, are you sure?" asked Zhang Mo with a frown.

"OK, OK. Green Fur hurriedly said.

"What did he ask you to come over?" Zhang Mo continued.

He ...... "The green hair stumbled, as if he didn't dare to speak."

"Don't say it?" Zhang Mo frowned, and said in a low voice: "It seems that the muscles and bones are wrong, and the hands have not been practiced at home." ”

"No, I said, he told us to collect protection money from you, and beat you up by the way. Green Fur said hurriedly.

Hearing this, Zhang Mo couldn't help but pause, and seemed to remember in his mind who the owner of the BMW was, wasn't it the middle-aged uncle who Li Dan split his legs?

Li Dan, Zhang Mo's ex-girlfriend.

After three hundred years, Zhang Mo no longer remembered Wang Haitao's appearance, and even Li Dan's appearance had become blurred.

After a slight pause, Zhang Mo took a breath and asked, "You often collect protection money?"

"No, only occasionally. Green Fur said hurriedly.

"Okay, from today onwards, you are not allowed to take half a step into Jiangcheng Middle School. Zhang Mo said unceremoniously.

"Yes, yes. Green Fur hurriedly said.

"In addition, you have to pay some protection money for yourself to protect your own safety!" Zhang Mo said flatly.

Hearing this, Lu Mao and the others turned pale, hurriedly took out all the money on their bodies, and gave filial piety to Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo counted it, and there were two thousand three hundred yuan, only to see Zhang Mo nod with satisfaction and said, "Yes, I took this money." If you want to take revenge, just come to me, remember, my name is Zhang Mo, nickname: Mo Daoren!

"Don't dare, don't dare. Green Hair and the others hurriedly said.

"Get out, don't let me see you again, otherwise it won't be a matter that can be solved by two thousand yuan!" Zhang Mo said in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes. The green-haired and the others ran away in a gray manner.

Zhang Mo kicked the money into his pocket and walked straight towards the Chinese medicine store diagonally across the street.

When the owner of the Chinese medicine store saw Zhang Mo coming in, he couldn't help but be stunned and asked, "Young man, is the medicine from a few days ago still good?"

"Okay, what other medicine do you have? I'm going to buy 3,000 yuan today. As Zhang Mo spoke, he took out the three thousand yuan in his pocket and put it on the glass counter.

Seeing this, the owner of the Chinese medicine store couldn't help but pause and asked, "Young man, you're not serious, are you?"

"Boss, I'm not kidding you, you recommend me a couple of good prices. Zhang Mo said with a serious face.

The owner of the Chinese medicine store muttered in his heart, he really couldn't understand the young man in front of him.

However, since the other party wants to buy it, there is no reason not to sell it.

So, the boss recommended several moderately priced Chinese medicines.

Zhang Mo glanced at it, nodded, and said, "I want all of these, but you can recommend me a few more heat attribute Chinese medicines, these are all cold attributes, and they have to be blended." ”

"Do you know the properties of these herbs?" the boss asked in surprise.

"Hmm. Zhang Mo nodded flatly.

"Are you studying Chinese medicine?" the boss asked.

"No, I'm a high school student across the street. Zhang Mo explained.

"Is your family a family of traditional Chinese medicine?" asked the boss reluctantly.

"Okay, don't ask, recommend medicine to me. Zhang Mo said impatiently.

Seeing this, the boss didn't want to ask more, but he felt strange in his heart, a high school student actually knew Chinese medicine?

At the moment, the boss recommended several traditional Chinese medicines with heat attributes.

Zhang Mo glanced at it, pointed to a few casually, and said, "These kinds are good." ”

"What kind of medicine are you going to brew?" asked the boss curiously.

"No comment. Zhang Mo said directly.

The boss was embarrassed, but it was not good to ask too much, so he could only give Zhang Mo medicine.

At this time, a grandmother in her seventies walked outside the store.

"Mom, why are you here?" The boss couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the comer, apologized to Zhang Mo, and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Zhang Mo didn't rush and waited quietly.

When he was in the mixed metaverse, Zhang Mo was thinking about his mother's pension.

The mother only has such a son, but she was taken to the Mixed Metaverse by a mysterious giant hand.

At this time, seeing this old grandmother, Zhang Mo couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart.

"Mom, you sit, you have bad legs and feet, why did you come to me, what do you call directly." The boss was a little reproachful, but he could still feel his filial piety.

"Son, Mom just came to see you, nothing else. I dreamed of your dad last night, and he said he wasn't having a good time over there. As she spoke, the old woman couldn't help but feel bitter.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll go to Dad's grave today to burn some paper money. The boss said hurriedly.

"Don't forget, your father has never enjoyed happiness in his life, but you can't let him die and suffer over there. The old woman said with tears in her eyes.

"I know, in two days I'll ask a mage to go back to the old mansion to do a ritual. The boss hurriedly said.

He did not believe in these feudal superstitions.

However, in order to make the old lady happy, I can only say this.

The boss coaxed and deceived the old grandmother, and finally stabilized the old grandmother's mood.

Then, he was helped to the inner room at the back of the store to rest.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, I'll give you the medicine. The boss apologized.

Zhang Mo frowned and asked, "Your father drowned, right?" And the corpse was still wrapped around his neck with aquatic weeds when he was fished up. ”

"How do you know?" the boss was shocked, his father had died more than ten years ago.

"It's nothing, you go back to your father's grave and burn a big knife tied with paper, preferably Guan Erye's Qinglong Yanyue knife. Zhang Mo said.

"What are you talking about?" the boss looked at Zhang Mo inexplicably.

"It's nothing, grab the medicine, I'm in a hurry. Zhang Mo said.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper came back to his senses and hurriedly grabbed medicine for Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo took the medicine, paid the money, and left.