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Chapter 18
Mo Ziwei slightly raised the corner of his mouth, Shi Shiran walked into the bar.
He turned out to be alone.
The bar was very crowded, and there was almost no extra place to stay, but when he entered the door, everyone was like Moses dividing the sea, involuntarily giving way.
"Da-Da-" Except for the sound of dripping blood, there was silence in the bar.
Mo Ziwei held He Lei's head like this, dripping blood all the way, and walked to the dance floor.
Xu Na Na dumbly knelt on the center of the dance floor, holding He Lei's headless corpse in her arms, her delicate makeup covered with blood.
This scene, illuminated by the colorful lights on the dance floor, looks very strange.
"Miss Xu, give this thing back to you, don't be sad." Mo Ziwei sighed, his left arm shook slightly, and He Lei's head rolled down in front of her.
Xu Na Na slowly lowered her head and stared at the bloody head blankly. After a long time, she raised her head blankly.
She stared at the man in front of her, suddenly reacted, and suddenly let out an extremely stern scream, and rushed to the opponent!
"Miss Xu, don't get excited." Mo Ziwei said lightly.
With his voice, the hook with light blue light hovered quietly like a living thing, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter!
In the flash of lightning, Fu Yucheng stretched out his arms and swept them fiercely, squeezing Xu Na Na from behind, and whispered: "He will kill you!"
"You let me go!" Xu Na Na was extremely excited, with her shaved hair like a lunatic, and her sharp bright red nails slammed Fu Yucheng's arm.
When comparing the swords with He Lei just now, Fu Yucheng's arm was burned with large blisters. At this time, she was all caught in a puffy, painful heart.
Fu Yucheng only took a breath of cold air, but his arm was like cast iron, motionless.
Mo Ziwei bent the corner of his mouth and waved his hand to close the hook.
"Miss Xu is indeed a beauty, and she has deep love and righteousness." His smile was appropriate and gentle, "He Lei lost his life for you, it is not wrong."
"For me?" Xu Na Na stopped struggling and repeated it blankly.
Mo Ziwei tilted his head and seemed to find it very interesting: "...Miss Xu doesn't know? Oh, maybe He Lei is going to surprise you. In order to please you, he violated the rules of Hurricane Fort and took your sister's The name will be ticked off from next month’s entry list."
"Yoyou?" Xu Na Na said in a daze, "he tick off Yoyo's name?"
Xu Youyou, who was next to her, was pale, her body swayed slightly, almost standing unsteadily: "Sister...is it because of me?"
"If every manager in the parking lot is as selfish as him... Then how do I run Hurricane Fort?" Mo Ziwei said lightly, "He asked for this."
"Yes, I did mention it to him. I was very worried about Yoyo, but I didn't let him do it..." Xu Na Na trembled violently, and the upper and lower rows of teeth rattled slightly. "But, this is not guilty... ...You, what do you think of human life..."
"Miss Xu, what do you mean—I have no life? I admit it." Mo Ziwei smiled, "But, what?"
Xu Nana's face was as white as paper, and she couldn't say anything.
White desert stood beside Fu Yucheng. He stared at the green ghost doll mask on Mo Ziwei's face and frowned slightly.
He remembered a certain rumor, a certain rumor about Mo Ziwei.
...The fallen green ghost.
When Fatty Wu mentioned this name before, Fu Yucheng's reaction was very strong.
Thinking of this, White Desert couldn't help but tilt his head slightly and glanced at Fu Yucheng.
Fu Yucheng clung to Xu Nana, his eyes fixed on Mo Ziwei, his expression was very solemn.
Just now, how Mo Ziwei's hook came over, and how did he take He Lei's head, even he didn't see clearly.
It's almost like coming out of thin air and leaving out of thin air... it's terrible.
Mo Ziwei... Which line of controller is he?
Although this person is the head of the Mo family and the owner of Hurricane Fortress, he has always been simple, and few people have seen him. In recent days, he has been uncharacteristically high-profile, not only purging the hurricane fort, but even going out and killing people himself...
What does he want to do?
Where did he go during the three years he disappeared?
Why does he suggest to others that he is the green ghost?
Is it for intimidation, or for other purposes?
With all kinds of thoughts coming in, Fu Yucheng felt like a mess in his mind.
"Mo Ziwei, you can't die!" Xu Na Na suddenly screamed, "I will be a ghost and I won't let you go!"
Mo Ziwei disapproved and said: "Don't be like this, Miss Xu. People die like a lamp, I hope you will be sorrowful and change, don't be overly sad, but ruin your body."
While consoling the poor woman, he bowed his head pityingly, and looked at the deadly head: "Moreover, I think He Lei's spirit in the sky, and I don't want to see you like this."
He sighed slightly, bent down slowly, and closed He Lei's eyes very gently.
Everyone in the bar couldn't help but get goose bumps.
Some people even whispered: "...What a fucking pervert."
Mo Ziwei raised the corner of his eyes and glanced at him lightly.
The speaker was a burly man who was nearly two meters tall, but his legs felt weak when he saw him, and he knelt down involuntarily: "I, I..."
Mo Ziwei didn't bother to care about him, he stepped over He Lei's body and walked slowly to the lady boss.
"You..." Xu Na Na stared at him, her beautiful eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, her thin and petite body shaking like chaff.
Mo Ziwei looked at her with interest, as if this degree of pain made him find it very interesting.
Xu Na Na shuddered more severely, and the strange and terrifying aura of the other party made her unable to breathe. She wanted to rush to die with Mo Ziwei, but she was like a fish out of the water.
Fu Yucheng calmly pulled Xu Na Na behind her, blocking her.
Mo Ziwei slowly raised his eyelids and looked up and down Fu Yucheng: "Who are you?"
Fu Yucheng stared at the other party's dark green ghost mask, and said without a smile: "I'm not a famous green ghost...I'm just a nameless person, it's not worth mentioning."
Mo Ziwei tilted his head, looked at the other side thoughtfully, and suddenly laughed.
Then he leaned slightly, leaned close to Fu Yucheng's ear, and whispered, "You are very interesting."
Fu Yucheng only felt a hot snorting in his ears, which made the hair stand upright. At this moment he quite agreed with the brawny man just now-this man is a fucking pervert.
White desert stared at Mo Ziwei's every move, only to think that this man's behavior was very strange, very uncomfortable, and it was simply creepy.
But this person is very strong, very strong.
If this person is going to be unfavorable to Fu Yucheng... White desert's left hand behind her back, quietly gripped a delicate table knife-this was what he took from the table when he was in chaos just now.
At this time, Fu Yucheng stepped back slightly, and moved a little away from Mo Ziwei.
The proprietress behind him stubbornly hugged his arm, her whole person shaking violently; while the kid next to him, staring at Mo Ziwei indifferently and vigilantly, with her left hand behind her, obviously hiding something secretly-out of all likelihood. Handy knife.
...... This kid is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Fu Yucheng sighed inwardly and shook his head at the boy very slightly-don't be impulsive.
White desert glanced at him, her lips tightened.
Mo Ziwei didn't keep pushing. He tilted his head and looked at Fu Yucheng for a moment, then glanced at the boss's wife, and finally set his eyes on White desert, and shook his head amusedly: "Unexpectedly, a small ant nest would actually protect each other."
Suddenly, there was a harsh sound of "crunching".
With this sound, a black mechanical bird flapped its wings and flew into the bar. The shape of this mechanical bird is very old, covered with gears, and has a certain steampunk style.
It hovered stiffly over the bar, and finally landed on Mo Ziwei's shoulder, and then "beep beep-beep beep -" rang several times.
——This is some kind of Morse code, what message it is conveying.
Mo Ziwei listened for a moment, then whispered: "I see."
He tilted his head and thought for a while, then raised his chin to Mr. Wei: "You are Mr. Wei? From now on, you will take over He Lei's position and be responsible for all the affairs of the No. 4 parking lot."
Mr. Wei looked pale and nodded stiffly.
Mo Ziwei stared at each other closely: "Mr. Wei, there must be no fewer workers entering the factory next month. If one is missing... I don't want what happened today to happen again. Do you understand?"
Mr. Wei said dumbly: "I understand."
Mo Ziwei stood in the middle of the bar, his eyes slowly swept over everyone: "As a punishment for parking lot No. 4, the working time limit for personnel entering the underground factory next month will be extended from one year to three years."
He turned his head to look at Xu Nana: "Of course, it also includes Miss Xu's sister, Xu Youyou."
Xu Na Na stared at him with disheveled hair, her spiteful gaze, it was as if she couldn't wait to swallow him alive.
Xu Youyou whispered: "Sister, it's okay, I'll just go."
Mo Ziwei gave a chuckle, stopped staying, turned and left.
It took a long time before the bar broke out "buzzing" discussions, as well as curses and crying.
...
That night, White desert was lying on the bed, tossing about and couldn't sleep.
"Xiao Mo." In the darkness, Fu Yucheng suddenly spoke, "Are you still asleep?" 72wx.comm.72wx.coma first published on www.72wx.comm.72wx.coma
"...I can't sleep." White desert said softly.
"I can't sleep either. Just now, I thought about it for a long time...Next month, you still don't go to Hurricane Fort with me. Go to Fatty Wu's recycling station and give him a shot. Although he looks unreliable, But a good person will not treat you badly." Fu Yucheng whispered. 72 Literature Network first published https://www.72wx.com
"Why?" White desert was anxious, and got up to his feet. "We have clearly said that we are going to go together!"
"I thought that the rumors of Hurricane Fortress were all gossips, not necessarily reliable. I saw Mo Ziwei today, and I found out...this Hurricane Fortress owner is indeed very wrong." Fu Yucheng paused. "Entering Hurricane Fort, it's no better than outside, it may be dangerous."
The White desert was quiet for a while, with a low voice: "I'm not afraid, I want to go with you."
"What?" Fu Yucheng didn't hear clearly.
"I want to go with you!" White desert suddenly raised his voice, "I am not afraid of Hurricane Fort or Mo Ziwei!"
Fu Yucheng was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a while. He didn't expect that this cold kid would be so excited.
He thought for a while before slowly speaking, "I'm just afraid that something will happen to you... and I may not have time to take care of you when I get inside. Don't worry, Fatty Wu is a good person, and he will take good care of you."
White desert was silent for a long time, and then suddenly sneered: "So, I'm like that parrot? You've been raising it for a few days, and you feel tired, so just find a reason to throw it to others... right?"