Yan Mo swept his long legs and swept the table on the ground. The table hit the bodyguard and broke into pieces.

At the same time, Yan Mo took out another gun and fired with both hands. When the torn small table fell to the ground, two bodyguards followed suit, and they were both in the middle of the eyebrow.

Zhang Biao only had one bodyguard left, so he naturally didn't dare to fight anymore and ran away.

With such skill and skill, only by escaping could he have a chance of survival.

There was a lingering smile at the corner of Yan Mo's mouth, cruel, chilling, cold, beautiful, with a sharp and sharp edge.

He stood there without making any movement, as if waiting for something.

The door of the box was opened a crack, and the bodyguard was ecstatic when he saw the hope of life.

The door of the box was opened, and he quickly moved one leg...

Yan Mo raised his arm, a poppy-like smile bloomed on his lips, and pulled the trigger. The bodyguard's tall body paused and fell straight back.

The back of his head hit the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.

Yan Mo put a gun on his waist, raised the corners of his mouth, and was extremely evil. There was a sharp and murderous aura of darkness between his brows. Someone once told him that when people see hope, they should despair.

That is the most profound tearing.

This was the price he had to pay for his obscene smile just now.

Yan Mo closed the door. The woman next to Zhang Biao had fainted from fright. He walked past her indifferently and fired a shot as if nothing had happened. Immediately, a little more "cinnabar" appeared between the woman's eyebrows, and blood slowly flowed out.

…

"No... don't... kill me... ah... it hurts me so much." Zhang Biao covered his bloody dick and howled like a wolf.

"A good man, a hero... don't kill me, please... I promise not to lose a penny of your goods. Please spare my life. You blinded me. Please spare my life..."

Yan Mo smiled evilly, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Thank you, uncle. You are a good man." Zhang Biao covered his penis and crawled out with difficulty. Although his penis was shot once, science is so advanced now that he believes that he has money and can cure it.

Yan Mo raised his lips and raised his eyebrows, his expression calm, elegant and noble, "I forgot to tell you that the pistol that shot you just now was a Desert Eagle. Some of your organs may have been vibrated into minced meat."

"Ahhhh——!!!" Zhang Biao screamed crazily. Without his dick, it would be better to kill him.

"Also, S city will soon be my territory." Yan Mo kicked Zhang Biao in the head and Zhang Biao fainted.

"The sound is really unpleasant."

Take out your cell phone and dial.

"I, Yan Mo."

"what's the result?"

"Well, as we expected, we are ready to implement the second plan."

"OK."

…

As soon as Yan Mo walked out of the box, he felt something was wrong with his body. He cursed in his mind. The wine he drank just now must have been laced with something. The feeling was very strong, which showed that the medicinal properties were also very strong.

He held onto the wall of the corridor and shook his head to wake himself up.

"Hi, handsome man, do you need me?" A foreign girl with blond hair and scantily clad clothes put her hand on Yan Mo's shoulder. The foreign girl knew from Yan Mo's expression that he was drugged.

"Baby, I think you need me." The foreign girl kissed Yan Mo unrestrainedly, with great enthusiasm.

As soon as Yan Mo entered the bar, the foreign girl fell in love with him, but Yan Mo disappeared in the blink of an eye. She was disappointed. She didn't expect to meet him again in the corridor, and in this situation again, of course she would take action.
Chapter completed!