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Smiles froze on the men's faces, and they all laughed when Lu Qi screamed. In Mokdan, the torture and killing of a woman who has no power to resist is also a rare entertainment. When their companions raised their knives, they had even imagined a picture of blood and severed limbs. The man with four broken arms also planned to cut off Lu Qi's head and put it on the corpse after her death.

It's definitely a special grave, he thought.

Then the next picture was similar to what they thought, except that the blood belonged to the companion, and the severed hand and head belonged to the man with the knife. As for the knife, I don't know when it fell into Lu Qi's hands. Lu Qi had already stood up, the look of fear on his face was gone, and even the confused look had been replaced by a cold expression now. She reached out and wiped the long knife, blood drenched between her fingers. The woman put her hand to her mouth and sucked lightly, then spat out: "It's so unpalatable, hey, I had a good time just now." I wanted to tease you to play a little longer, but unfortunately you were in too much of a hurry. Otherwise, we can play again. ”

She suddenly vanished.

Then the short-armed man watched as his companions fell one by one, and before they could fall to the ground, their bodies slipped out of place. When Luqi reappeared, except for the man with the broken arm, the other Bal people had turned into a pile of broken corpses on the ground. After a few moments, the viscous blood gradually spread under the corpse, even spreading to the feet of the man with the broken arm.

I don't know when it started, and his two thick legs were already shaking.

Lu Qi patted him on the face with a blood-stained long knife and said, "Isn't there a saying here in Mokdan, if you want to live in Mokdan, you can do without Zhuo's force, but you must have a mouth that can speak well, you can not have a sharp mouth, but you must at least have a pair of bright eyes." Now it seems that your eyes are not bright at all. I can't see that the pair of men and women are not easy to mess with, even if I deliberately picked a place where no one walked, I didn't see what the purpose was, I really don't know how you survived until now. ”

"Anyway, your eyes are useless, I'll cut them for you."

A swords flashed in the man's eyes.

Then the world became dark, and he screamed and retreated, his eyes had been cut open by Lu Qi, and blood was flowing from his sockets.

"Stop screaming." Lu Qi frowned and said, "It's too noisy, you can't be quiet." ”

The man with the broken arm was still screaming.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Lu Qi appeared on his shoulder, and the long knife in his hand went down his head, piercing his head and stabbing out of the man's jaw. Lu Qi said to himself: "Disobedient guy, it's very annoying." ”

With a thud, the body of the man with the broken arm fell to the ground. Lu Qi clapped his hands, then left the alley humming a tune. When she came out of the alley, she became the same confused, even a little cowardly woman.

Mokdan is very large, the city is divided into five districts, southeast, northwest and central, and there are as many as 49 main streets alone. In order to facilitate management, these streets are named after numbers, and some of them have the habit of using people's names as aliases. That's because on such a street, there is usually a big man who ranks up in Mokdan.

This is the case with Avenue 27, which is also known as Moroccan Street.

Morocco is not only a well-known figure on this street, but even if it is thrown into Mokdan, it is also a person who cannot be ignored. Morocco runs the Green Crystal business, and he is one of the few Green Crystal buyers in Mokdan. His story is often the talk of the town after dinner, and Morocco is a legendary man among the big names in Mokdan.

The businessman, who has now become the most prestigious on Twenty-Seven Street, was in fact the heir to a broken family a few decades ago. On Agareth, family is a nice-to-have. No head of a family will make a sacrifice for his own people, and the meaning of the family to them is more to facilitate the gathering of a group of people who can be used for their own purposes. The genes of the Bal people make the word blood less meaningful to Agareth. As for the heirs, most of them are just the result of rashness, and many families that were once prosperous can be said to fall, which is no surprise in Agareth.

The Moroccan family was indeed a little famous in his father's generation, but unfortunately there was not much property left in Moroccan hands. Morocco simply sold the property and left Mokdan. People thought he would go to the eastern part of the empire in search of opportunities, after all, that was the way out for most people. Opportunities abound on the battlefields of the East, and as long as you survive, you may one day become the most powerful person in the Empire. However, Morocco did not go to the east, but to the Great Wilderness, and then there was no news of him.

Just when people were about to forget about this man, one day, Morocco returned. Not only did he not die, but he also brought a whole cart of green crystals. This big businessman today started with this car of green crystal back then, and soon accumulated enviable wealth. Morocco then used this wealth to absorb several powerful men and buy two merchant groups that were about to go bankrupt. In this way, he gradually grew stronger, and eventually became a well-known green crystal merchant.

Morocco has a well-known habit of coming to the Desert Boat shop on 27th Avenue every morning. This was the first store he opened since returning to Mokdan, and even though his shops are now almost all over the entire Twenty-Seventh Street, the habit of visiting the old store every day has not changed. People only think that Morocco is nostalgic, but only he knows that there is a reason for this.

It was about a promise, and although the one who had been asked to fulfill it had not yet appeared, Morocco had not forgotten and did not dare to forget the promise that had been made. So he shows up every day at the Desert Boat Shop, and today is no exception.

But today seemed a little unusual, almost as soon as he walked into the store with his front foot, a 6-row car stopped next to the store door behind him. You must know that now Morocco shops are everywhere, and this old store is no longer open. Morocco still drives it, only because of that commitment. So now there are very few people other than friends who come to the Desert Boat Shop.

Three figures quickly got off the 6-line car, and they walked into the store. These few friends who are by no means Morocco, the clerk who looks at the store, in fact, is one of the strong men under Morocco, so he wants to go up and beat people. Morocco stopped him, and personally stepped forward and smiled: "Can I do something for a few of you?" ”

Since the Moroccan Trail, he has rarely received guests in person as he does now. Therefore, hearing him say this, the people under his command were surprised.