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His ability to pretend to be stupid and stunned, Jack and Jason have seen it thoroughly, they used to think that Mo Ran was not smiling, even if he laughed, it was a danger signal, which is like now, he is simply an actor with excellent acting skills, even if he can become an actor even if he accepts an advertisement casually, if he doesn't know Mo Ran's style of acting, the two of them will almost believe everything Mo Ran has shown.

If it weren't for the inopportune time now, the two of them would almost be worshipping him with stars in their eyes, O great god!

Of course, they don't have that mind, the current situation is not optimistic, almost all the five people on the other side are very sturdy, and on the other hand, Mo Ran and their side are simply miserable, Jack and Jason are both malnourished, Mo Ran is slightly better, but with the clothes on his body, he is a poor boy who is down, and his body is not strong.

"Well, let me think about it, what should we talk about?" the white man inhaled the turbid air from the confined space rather with enjoyment, and a playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Isn't this stupid boy still unaware of the situation? Aren't they not professional enough?

Laughing and getting up, he pulled out a narrow dagger from behind him, if it weren't for the hideous barbs and blood grooves on it, Mo Ran would even think that this was just a fruit knife, and it was a handicraft to go up to the sky, but from the cold light of the blade, he could know that this was not an ornament.

But he still didn't 'react', and with a hint of puzzlement, he looked at the white man and the knife in his hand, as if he didn't understand what he was doing with this thing.

"Sir, what are you?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you before, if you want us to help, you need to pay some deposits in advance, you should be able to understand this, right?" the white man said indifferently, walking towards Mo Ran very slowly, but he was playing with the small dagger in his hand, and the dagger was like a prop in the hands of a magician, and it didn't fall off if it rotated in his hand.

Mo Ran seemed to be attracted by this scene, and his eyes kept staring at the white man's hand and the knife.

And the white man seemed to be very affected by Mo Ran's eyes, but he stopped and performed seriously, Jason felt that this guy was usually a little unnoticed, and his desire to express himself was so strong that he was definitely suppressed. However, Mo Ran did not discriminate against this white man or anything like that, and his performance made Mo Ran very novel, as if he was watching a juggler. If the white man knew what he thought, he didn't know if he would vomit three liters of blood.

As if the expressive desire had been fully satisfied, the white man suddenly remembered to get down to business.

"As I mentioned earlier, we are going to charge a part of the deposit. ”

"But, we don't have any cash on us right now. Mo Ran was a little cramped, more uneasy.

"It's simple, you can do it without money, just leave a little thing. When the white man heard Mo Ran say that he had no money, he didn't mind, because he wasn't for Mo Ran's money in the first place.

"Ah, that's good, you say, what are you going to do?" As soon as he heard that he didn't want money, Mo Ran seemed to be in spirit, which was completely different from his performance just now.

He is like a poor man who meets a creditor, as long as he doesn't want money, everything is easy to discuss. The other four big men couldn't help laughing, this kid is really funny, he didn't even know that he was dying.

"It's easy, just leave a finger and you're good to go. The white man shrugged his shoulders and said with a relaxed expression.

Mo Ran's color suddenly changed when he heard this, and the panic on his face didn't seem to be fake.

"Don't be, big brother, there is something to discuss, I want to ask, there is no limit to which person this finger is, right?"

"Not really. ”

"Then, then keep him, he already has a daughter-in-law, I'm not married yet, my fingers will be of great use in the future!" Mo Ran pointed his hand behind him very quickly, and Jack, who was pointed, looked confused, and his whole face became constipated.

What kind of plane is this boss doing? It can't really be cut off his fingers, right? Don't wait until he gets his fingers cut off and then start fighting back, then it's too late, don't play like this!

"Okay, no problem, it's the same for everyone. The white man was stunned by Mo Ran's play, he never thought that this kid sold his teammates to sell this logically, and the reason was also strong and unrefutable, what does it mean to be not married, and his fingers will be of great use in the future? Could it be that this kid doesn't look too thin, but in fact, he can't do that? Thinking of this, he is a little pitiful Mo Ran.

If a man can't do that, wouldn't his life be too boring? One of the great joys of life is gone, so what can he do even if he is rich? He can't do it at a young age, it's really pitiful.

"Oh oh, that's good, that's good, cut it!"

Hearing these words in Jack's ears, his face turned green, what kind of boss is this? Why is it that when he hears something that is not ****, in addition to being relieved, he still has a trace of expectation?

The white man shook his head and smiled, but he didn't embarrass Mo Ran in this matter, anyway, he didn't plan to let go of any of Mo Ran's three, it was just a matter of priority, and it didn't make a difference to him.

Jack watched the white man walk towards him step by step, his face turned from green to white, numb, wouldn't it be true?

The white man grinned and stretched out his hand, almost grabbing Jack's hand and cutting off one of his fingers in the next instant.

Mo Ran moved, without warning. Not only the strong men who watched the play, but everyone was caught off guard by his sudden action.

Jack only felt a flower in front of him, and before he had time to see anything, he found that the knife didn't know when it arrived in Mo Ran's hand, and a wisp of blood on the knife slowly slid down the elegant curved blade, and finally dripped down, leaving no trace on the knife, which shows the sharpness of this knife.

The tall body of the white man who was originally forcing him trembled twice, and finally failed to support it, and slowly knelt on the floor, blood dripping down his clothes on the floor, and the sound was clearly audible.

Mo Ran's series of movements was too fast, and everyone was still shocked to look at the white man who was slowly falling, as if they couldn't believe the scene in front of them, and Mo Ran didn't give those people time to reflect, the sharp knife in his hand was no longer a performance prop in the hands of the white man, but a death sickle in the hands of the god of death, quickly harvesting fresh life.