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A bartender saw Zhou Mo's movements and secretly gave the waiter at the door a look, and the waiter at the door nodded imperceptibly.

Zhou Mo put away the last bartender, smiled at the bartender who took over, changed his clothes, and walked out of the Golden Eagle Tavern.

Walking on the street that was still very busy in the evening, Zhou Mo blended into the flow of people, and one or several lines of sight that were not changed or changed kept sticking to Zhou Mo.

If it weren't for Zhou Mo's early knowledge that the Wild Boar Gang was spying on him, he would have been paying attention, and these would be mixed among pedestrians, in the shops on the street, and even at the door of the prostitutes.

Zhou Mo had the heart to try the skills of the Wild Boar Gang, and he kept walking on the lively street, even if he went far away, he turned a blind eye to the shortcuts on both sides.

After passing by two sparsely populated paths, the Wild Boar Gang couldn't bear it anymore, and after a while, the fat man stumbled from behind Zhou Mo.

"Your Excellency Zhou Mo, Your Excellency Zhou Mo!" The fat man's voice was panting, if it weren't for Zhou Mo, who would have known that this fat man who was as fat as a pig, with a simple face and obscene eyes, turned out to be a black iron life!

Zhou Mo stopped, turned around, and saw the fat man drooping his belly, the sackcloth on his body couldn't hold the fat on his body, as if his whole body was trembling, his hands were holding his knees with difficulty, and his face was flushed and panting.

The smile in Zhou Mo's dark eyes flashed, and the acting skills of the fat man in the light screen were stronger than most agents in the Military Intelligence Bureau.

"It's you, I'm going to Nice Manor, why are you here, I can't afford a noble baron to send someone to pick it up!"

With a look of surprise on his face, and a hint of flattery hidden very well, Zhou Mo's acting skills are not bad. If Zhou Mo is really just an ordinary bartender, then the nobles spend money to ask him to be a bartender to give him face, and it is enough to send someone to send money with a notification, and it is impossible to send someone to invite him.

The fat man waved his hand again and again, pointed to his violently undulating chest, and motioned to Zhou Mo to wait for him to take a breath.

Zhou Mo stood one step in front of the fat man, waiting for the fat man to breathe evenly.

The fat man saw that Zhou Mo was not in a hurry, but he was in a hurry, and this urgency showed his feet, and the violent wheezing quickly recovered, and the red color on his face recovered extremely quickly.

Zhou Mo pinched the time, and the fat man went from being short of breath due to strenuous exercise to resuming his usual breathing state, which was twice as fast as the limit time of ordinary people.

shook his head slightly in his heart, in the end, he was born at the bottom, he had never seen anything in the world, and he was impatient when he encountered things.

"Your Excellency Zhou Mo, the first time you went to Nice Manor, the small one naturally had to come to guide the way, otherwise it would be too late, and the small one would suffer greatly, but I didn't expect to rush to the tavern, but you had already set off, this is a good rush, I am really tired!"

The fat man's face was full of panic and complaint, and his expression was completely the helplessness of a small person, and Zhou Mo couldn't see the flaws at all.

secretly praised the fat man's acting skills again, Zhou Mo blinked his dark eyes, and said with a polite smile:

"Is that so? Then let's go, otherwise you will suffer from eating flesh and skin, and Zhou Mo can't bear it. ”

When the fat man heard this, he smiled at Zhou Mo gratefully, as if he was really in a hurry, he didn't even bother to speak, so he walked in the head and led Zhou Mo into an alley.

The streets of Yingyang City are neat, but in the alleys on both sides of the street, they are inhabited by ordinary people who are begging for a living at the bottom, the alleys are intricate, and the fat man takes Zhou Mo a few turns, and he can no longer see the lights on the street, and even the noisy shouting and noisy noise has become faint.

Zhou Mo felt that the footsteps of the fat man began to change the rhythm, from the beginning of the fire, eager to fly to the Baron of Nice manor immediately, becoming heavy and slow.

If it was someone else, it might be that the fat man's physical strength was not enough, so his pace slowed down, but Zhou Mo knew that he was afraid that it was someone from the Wild Boar Gang, and he was nearby.

Sure enough, after turning another corner, Zhou Mo suddenly saw more than a dozen figures in front of him, and there were also dense footsteps behind him, turning back slightly, and the back road was also sealed.

The fat man paused, and Zhou Mo naturally stopped, keeping a distance of two steps from the fat man.

"Your Excellency Zhou Mo, blame me, blame me, I am greedy and took this road, I am afraid of being punished, I forgot that there are the most robbers on this road, you don't care about me, run quickly, these robbers are the most ruthless, and after robbing money, they have to kill people and break up their corpses, those of us who are subordinates to others, there are always a few who have to fold in their hands every year, I didn't expect it to be my turn today!"

The fat man approached Zhou Mo nervously, and his mouth was still chattering in a trembling voice, talking about the origin of these people blocking the road.

Zhou Mo's mental power seemed to be attracted by the fat man's words, and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the dim light, a subtle black light that was not easy to detect stabbed Zhou Mo's soft underbelly.

The fat man's whole body turned into black iron, and the fat flesh that was originally cumbersome and unbearable was like steel pouring iron at this time, and the whole person became a little giant, and there was still a simple and obscene expression on his face, which was all fierce and hideous.

With a slight Mithril vein, the right hand probed slightly, grabbed the fat man's wrist holding the murder weapon, and the black iron thorn stopped an inch in front of Zhou Mo's soft underbelly, unable to move anymore.

Zhou Mo's left hand shook slightly, his palm was stabbed in his hand, and his left hand seemed to just dangle in front of the fat man, and the fat man's body was really made of black iron, and there was an extra trace of blood from his throat to his lower abdomen in an instant.

"Don't move, or the internal organs will flow out, and you won't be saved!"

The fat man's whole body was maintained with black iron, but there were beads of sweat the size of beans oozing from his forehead, and a pair of eyes that should have been obscene looked at Zhou Mo with shock at this time.

Don't dare to move, the fat man really didn't dare to move, he felt that at this time, between his chest and abdomen, there was only a trace of membrane connection, as long as he had a little movement, he tore the membrane, such a big wound, the internal organs would be sprayed out by the intra-abdominal pressure, and then he would die and could not die again.

Wiping the blood-stained palm thorn on the clothes on the fat man's shoulder, Zhou Mo appeared with a killing dagger in his right hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the crowd blocking the road.

In the dark night, in the dim alley, Zhou Mo danced alone, and the killing dagger in his hand really lived up to the name of killing.

The heart, the throat, only these two places, including the five black iron beings, none of them were the enemies of Zhou Mo's men.

I just saw the black mangs flashing, my heart or throat hurt, and my whole body strength spurted out with blood, and I fell to the ground softly.

The killing dagger in Zhou Mo's hand stabbed into the human body from all kinds of incredible angles, and after sensing the puncture of the heart, the short blood vessels, and the piercing of the qi veins, he did not hesitate and moved on to the next target's vital body.

The killing dagger stabbed twenty-seven times, and in the alley that was originally aimed at Zhou Mo, there were twenty-seven more corpses, including five black iron lives and twenty-two quasi-black iron lives.

Zhou Moyi was not stained with blood, his body was not wounded, and he seemed to be dancing solo in the moonlight.

The fat man's wound had not yet recovered, and he watched his brothers being killed by Zhou Mo as a joke, but he didn't dare to move the slightest.

Zhou Mo walked up to the fat man, wiped the blood on the killing dagger with the hemp clothes on the fat man's body, gently patted the fat man's shoulder, and said:

"It seems that you are a person who is afraid of death, people who are afraid of death are good, and you can live long if you are afraid of death, don't you say, Cullen Gang Leader?"

When the fat man heard Zhou Mo's whisper, the tearing expression on his face returned to calm, but there was a trace of real horror in his eyes.

This is what he often says, and every time he solves some opponents, he always likes to say this in the face of the surviving people, which is one of his few hobbies.

And Cullen is the fat man's real name, he has never used his real name since he came to Eagle Yang City from the countryside, even if he is a henchman in the gang, he only knows that he calls himself a wild boar, which is also the origin of the name of the wild boar gang.

But this Zhou Mo, the big fat sheep in their eyes, actually knew his details so well, Cullen's heart was not enough to describe in words, and a cold flow from the root of the tail against the current, blasted into his brain, making his whole body tremble slightly.

"Take care of this, and come to my quarters, I think you'd be happy to have a friendly talk with me!"

Leaving a bland sentence, Zhou Mo glanced at the twenty-seven corpses that were constantly spilling blood, and then glanced at the wound that was slowly healing in the fat man's chest and abdomen, and left alone.

Zhou Mo walked for a long time, and the blood line in the fat man's chest and abdomen disappeared, leaving only a layer of blood that had been slightly blackened.

Twisting his body slightly, he sensed that the wound in his chest and abdomen had indeed healed, and the fat man moved.

The fat body was as flexible as a fox at this time, trying to breathe on every corpse in the alley, knowing that everyone was going to be stabbed and none of them survived, the fat man sat in the pool of blood and was silent for a long time.

In the middle of the moon, the fat man came to his senses, and he turned out a cigar from a corpse, lit it with a faint blue flame, and took a deep breath of smoke with the pervasive smell of blood.

The lung capacity of Black Iron Life is very comparable, the fat man breathed calmly and long, and half of a cigar was absorbed by this breath.

The fat man's head was completely awakened by the stimulation of tobacco.

"Hemp! Kicked the iron plate, ruthless, really ruthless! My wild boar is not as ruthless as you!"

muttered a few words indistinctly, and the fat man took out an iron whistle from his arms and blew it a few times, but no sound came out.

But in a few moments, several figures walked in the shadows and quickly came to the alley.

The corpses and blood in the alley made these people silent, and they didn't dare to enter, and they quietly observed outside the alley, knowing that the fat man's voice came out:

"Hemp, what's rubbing, come in quickly, this time it's kicked to the iron plate!"

At this time, Zhou Mo had already walked leisurely to the house, standing at the door, Zhou Mo's eyes swept over the door lock, the slight dust traces made Zhou Mo frown slightly, someone opened the door with a key and entered his house.

The house was provided by Longbottom-Noah through the channel of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and there should be only one key in the entire Eagle Yang City, which is in Zhou Mo's hand.

After muttering at the door for a while, Zhou Mo faintly guessed who the people in the house were.

When he opened the door, Zhou Mo keenly smelled a faint woman's fragrance.

This smell was very familiar to Zhou Mo, but when he entered the house, Zhou Mo found that the whole environment had become unfamiliar.

The original simple decoration of the original color of the room, at this time has changed to a somewhat cool aqua blue tone, all the furniture furnishings have been renewed, the only furniture in the living room, the old sofa, has been replaced by pure white at this time, it seems to be some kind of luxury made of wild animal fur.

On the furry, comfortable-looking sofa, a silhouette is bent over her slender and beautiful calves, holding a thick parchment book to read.

The lights are bright, the beauty is beautiful, for some reason, Zhou Mo's heart swelled with a warmth that has never been before.

"Qianshu, see you again!"

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