"Yes, master."

The masked man's men, following the masked man's orders, quickly left the presidential suite.

In an instant, only the masked man was left in the presidential suite.

He poured himself a glass of red wine again, sat on the leather sofa, and watched the movie while sipping the red wine, looking forward to the picture of waiting for a while to embrace the two big beauties in his arms.

Suddenly, a cold, sharp blade struck him around the neck.

Then a cold voice sounded in his ears:

"Hand over the contract."

The man felt the danger around his neck, and his body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head to look behind him.

Seeing Mo Wushuang's face, he was extremely surprised.

"How dare you come back?"

"Why don't I dare come back?"

Dropping these words, Mo Wushuang directly reached out and took off the mask on the man's face.

She wanted to see who this was.

Seeing this, the man's pupils shrank, and he quickly covered the mask on his face, and said in a hurry:

"Don't touch the mask on my face."

"If you move again, you won't want your life."

Mo Wushuang's hand suddenly exerted force, and the sharp blade stabbed directly into the man's neck.

The sharp pain suddenly made the man's face change, and he let go of his hand in a panic.

"If you treat me like this, I'll definitely make you pay."

Mo Wushuang took off the mask on the man's face expressionlessly:

"Then I'll wait for you."

The moment the man's mask was taken off, Mo Wushuang's pupils shrank, and he looked at the man's face in surprise.

The man's eyes looked at Mo Wushuang angrily:

"Can you give me the mask back now?"

Hearing this, Mo Wushuang immediately re-stuck the mask on the man's face.

She asked suspiciously:

"Who the hell are you? How did your face become like this? ”

She didn't think at all that the man in front of her was wearing a mask not to hide his true appearance, but because of ......

The man's face was literally disfigured.

His face must have been burned by the fire, and if the scar had been seen at night, he would have fainted with fright.

The man's eyes were full of hatred, he glanced at Mo Wushuang, and then said:

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters, what you want to do here?"

Mo Wushuang: "You give me the contract that Qin Muhan signed just now." ”

After speaking, she looked at the man with serious eyes:

"Who you are, I must know."

As soon as the words fell, she immediately pressed the knife against the man's neck, and the man instantly felt a burst of his neck overflow

The heat flowed, and the tip of the nose instantly smelled blood.

His face turned white in panic, and he hurriedly said:

"Don't be impulsive, I can give you the contract, I can also tell you who I am, but ......"

"You must promise me that I will give you the contract and tell you who I am, and you must let me go."

"I promise you." Mo Wushuang spit out four words without hesitation.

The man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and immediately said:

"The contract is in the drawer of the coffee table, you can get it yourself."

Mo Wushuang glanced at the coffee table when she heard this, she was now behind the man, if she went to get the contract, she would need to walk in front of the man, and she would also expose her back to the man.

This makes it easy to give men a chance to sneak attack.

She sneered and ordered directly:

"You give me the contract."

The man's eyes darkened when he heard this, and he nodded helplessly: "Okay!" ”

He didn't expect Mo Wushuang's vigilance to be so strong.

The man bent down to open the drawer of the coffee table, and immediately reached for the contract in the drawer.

The moment he picked up the contract, he suddenly pulled out a pistol from the drawer and shot Mo Wushuang with his backhand.

Seeing this, Mo Wushuang quickly leaned back to dodge, and then quickly raised his leg and kicked the man's wrist.

"Click!" With a bang, the whirlwind-like legs and feet quickly kicked the man's wrist to the bone.

The gun in the man's hand suddenly couldn't hold it steadily, "Smack!" "It fell to the ground with a thud.

Mo Wushuang propped up the sofa with one hand, and like a dexterous cat, he crossed the sofa and landed directly in front of the man, reaching out and snatching the contract from the man's other hand.

Then another roundhouse kick was kicked in the man's head.

The man was kicked to the ground unexpectedly, and his face turned pale with pain, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

"Mo Wushuang, you've got the things, you can get them."

He glared at Mo Wushuang angrily, and quietly reached for the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

At the moment when he touched the pistol in his hand and a smile appeared on his face, Mo Wushuang suddenly stretched out his foot and stepped on the back of the man's hand.

The man's face froze, and he looked at Mo Wushuang in surprise.

The corners of Mo Wushuang's mouth hooked up with an evil and dangerous sneer:

"What do you want to do?"

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. The man's face turned pale with fright from Mo Wushuang's demonic smile.

Mo Wushuang kicked the pistol to the bottom of the sofa with one foot, and sneered and stepped on the man's cheek:

"Now, please state your real name."

"I ......" The man panicked and wanted to say something, but before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by Mo Wushuang's cold voice:

"If you dare to talk to me, I'll stomp on your dog's head in the next second."

When the man heard Mo Wushuang's words, the lie that had already reached his throat was swallowed back in an instant.

He looked at Mo Wushuang with trepidation and embarrassment, and said timidly:

"I ...... I have no grievances with you, and you want my life, isn't it too much? ”

"I don't want to listen to." Mo Wushuang suddenly stabbed the sharp knife in his hand into the man's palm.

The man suddenly wailed out in pain: "Ah......hhhhh

Mo Wushuang's eyes looked at the man as cold as a rakshasa:

"Say, your name, if you say a word, I will cut off your palm directly......"

"Don't touch my hand, I'm your uncle." When the man heard Mo Wushuang's threat, his face turned pale with fright, and he immediately blew up his identity.

"Uncle?" Mo Wushuang's big eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked at the man meaninglessly.

"My uncle-in-law has died a long time ago, you dare to pretend to be my uncle-in-law, are you tired of living?"

As she spoke, she suddenly pulled out the saber in the man's palm, raised her hand and stabbed the man's neck again.

The man looked at the oncoming saber, and suddenly his pants were wet with fright, and he shouted loudly in a panic:

"I didn't lie to you, I wasn't dead at the time, I was just disfigured."

"Your aunt Chu Meilan also knows about this matter, if you don't believe it, you can call and ask your aunt."

He was terrified and frightened, and his nervous voice broke:

"I'm really strong in the kingdom......"

Mo Wushuang rubbed his stinging ears and looked at the man meaninglessly:

"Since you are Wang Guoqiang and you are not dead, why do you want my aunt to marry my father?"

As she spoke, she quietly touched the inconspicuous studs on her ears.

If Wang Guoqiang didn't die, Chu Meilan knew that Wang Guoqiang didn't die, and concealed the truth to marry her father, which was a fraudulent marriage, and there was also the crime of bigamy.

Chu Meilan not only has to go to prison, but also has to compensate her father for his losses.

Of course, the best-case scenario is that her father's marriage to Chu Meilan should be an invalid marriage.

If her mother knew about it, she shouldn't feel so disgusting.

When Wang Guoqiang heard Mo Wushuang's question, his eyes quickly flashed with a touch of resentment and gloom, and then he said angrily and aggrievedly:

"Do you think I want my wife to marry your father? It's not because ......"