After thinking about it, Mo Yihan didn't ask anything more immediately, and followed the boss upstairs.

When he got the money, he grabbed the boss who was in a hurry to leave.

The owner of the shop was timid and honest, and he quickly asked the matter clearly.

It's Nie Hong again!

Mo Yihan's eyes were so cold that they seemed to freeze, and the shopkeeper opposite was trembling with fright.

But the shopkeeper knew that more than ninety percent of the anger of the students in front of him was not because of him.

"You, don't say it's what I said, my family lives by the turnover of the store, and I can't afford to toss it......"

Mo Yihan calmed his face and let go of the shopkeeper to leave.

He wants to settle accounts with Nie Hong!

The time quickly came into the evening.

The dripping rain floated in the not wide alley, and only one of the three small lights as far as the eye could see was on, faintly illuminating the rain that was falling like cow hair around it.

"The hair salon sister you said lives here?"

Nie Hong withdrew his gaze from the deep alley, and asked the younger brother beside him with a sigh of wine.

After getting the affirmative reply and the house number, Nie Hong rubbed his chin with a lewd smile, "This kind of place, no one will find out about the field battle against the wall......"

He pushed his little brother, "Okay, you can get out." As he spoke, a man walked in leisurely.

He was happy that Mo Yihan had drunk a lot of wine because he had lost his job today.

He was paralyzed by alcohol, but he didn't notice that after the little brother left, someone quietly followed him into the alley.

Naturally, it was Mo Yihan who found out his whereabouts.

His eyes were full of fierce anger, and he slowly took out the sack from the canvas bag in his hand and unfolded it, followed for a while, and then walked a few steps quickly and suddenly lassoed Nie Hong from the beginning.

Then, he tightened Nie Hong's neck from behind and dragged the person deep into the alley, where there was no light......

The day dawned, the morning sun was rising, and the clouds were gathering and the rain was resting.

There was a class in the first class today, and Xue Xi got up early in the morning.

When she went out, she had already packed up her mood and just wanted to see Mo Yihan soon.

But as soon as she entered the classroom, the first thing she saw was Nie Hong with a blue nose and swollen face.

As soon as he saw him, the place where Xue Xi had been injured by a knife hurt like a pinprick.

"What are you going to do?" She grimaced, resisting the urge to go up and kick him to death.

Nie Hong's eyes narrowed, no matter how many times she saw it, she would amaze him, but unfortunately, this woman was an unknown person.

"What do I do? You ask him! Nie Hong said and pointed to the door.

Xue Xi turned around, and then saw that Mo Yihan was already standing behind her.

His face was cold, his eyes were cold, and he looked like no one should enter.

Nie Hong roared: "Dog mongrel! Have the ability to go out and go heads-up! What kind of man is playing yin! ”

The younger brothers who followed him also shouted.

After listening to a few words, Xue Xi also understood.

Nie Hong was beaten up last night and lay in the rain for half the night, and this morning he came to seek revenge.

Without waiting for her to refute, Mo Yihan walked up to her and asked first: "Your people said that I beat you, why?" ”

Nie Hong was so angry by his well-rounded appearance, "It's not you, who else can it be!" ”

"Anyone can." Mo Yihan looked indifferent, looking at Nie Hong's eyes, it was like looking at a mad dog that bites people indiscriminately.

Nie Hong was furious with the stimulation of his eyes.

A lowly cripple! Dare to make him suffer one after another!

"You still don't admit it!" He roared and picked up the stool.

Xue Xi immediately stepped forward to protect Mo Yihan and said sharply: "Put it down for me!" ”

Many students who arrived early also opened their mouths to accuse.

Nie Hong was almost dizzy at this moment.

Mo Yihan was afraid that he would not faint.

He spoke again: "What about the motive? ”

He took a step forward: "What about the evidence? ”