The assistant paused, frowned slightly and replied, "It was hijacked by He Dong's people." ”

"Our men chased after us, but lost ......"

"Does Fu Nan know about this?"

Mo Jisheng hurriedly asked, and because he was too concerned about the answer to this question, he suddenly got up and let the water bottle in the car fall to the ground.

The assistant hesitated, and said uncertainly, "We haven't told Mr. Fu about this yet." ”

Mo Jinsheng's eyes faded slightly, and he resumed his previous sitting posture, and said quietly, "Then don't tell me yet." ”

The car quickly stopped at the place where the group was making trouble.

According to the description of his subordinates, Mo Jisheng was probably able to make up the scene of an indignant gossip reporter being beaten for exposing He Dong's personal privacy.

There were no other items at the scene, except for the bloodstains and the short coat that was trampled on the ground when Sheng Liang was taken off.

Sheng Liang was lying on the ground, the whole person was bloodstained and unconscious.

Mo Jinsheng watched the video taken by his subordinates at that time, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Looking at the people on the ground, his eyes were cold, "Take it back-"

After cleaning up the scene, the indifferent car left.

"Go find He Dong."

Not long after Mo Jinsheng's car left, an extended Ford stopped on the side of the road, and a man in black ran out of the car, looked around the scene, and went back to report.

"Brother Li, I didn't see Miss Biao."

The people in the car put on sunglasses and opened their thin lips slightly, "If you don't see it, let's go!" My uncle was still waiting for me to reply. ”

——

"Mr. Mo, why did you come to the cold house again?"

He Dong still looked domineering, with a contemptuous shelf, although his face was full of disdain, but he was polite to Mo Jisheng.

Mo Jisheng sat down, quietly drank the tea he brought, and looked carefully at the small leather bag he carried around his waist.

Inside, if you guessed correctly, it was a gun that should have been placed.

But Mo Jisheng didn't want to use force when he came this time, so he looked at it with fear for two seconds, and then withdrew his gaze.

"I've been here so many times, and I haven't drunk Mr. He's tea here, so I want to try it."

When he said the word "try", He Dong subconsciously touched the gun pinned to his waist.

"What is Mr. He so nervous about?"

Mo Jisheng smiled easily and put down the teacup that had bottomed out.

"I know, you want to go from me to Fu Nan."

He Dong's hand holding the cigar trembled, and then he sat down solemnly and looked at Mo Jinsheng, "Mr. Mo, do you really not know the true identity of that kid?" He's worked with me before, and I know the basics! ”

"It's because I know that I dare to come to Mr. He. As far as I know, Fu Nan used to be your brother, and I came today not to ask for Brother He of Fu Nanchao. ”

"I just hope that my wish to say a few words to my younger siblings today will not be disappointed."

The corners of He Dong's mouth twitched obviously, he pursed his lips and asked, "Mr. Mo is sure, just a few words?" ”

Mo Ji stood up strongly, wiped his hands with the towel his assistant tole, and replied with some disdain, "Sure." ”

"By the way, I also want to advise you, those who can't move, it's best not to act rashly!"

He Dong's skin, which had become black and red from the sun, was shiny at the moment.

His eyes widened for a moment, and his hand touched his waist—

"It's something I want to do, and there's nothing I can't do!" He Dong said firmly!