Chapter 1163: We want to capture Mo Nanjue alive

The woman bit her lower lip, and it seemed that the softness was not working anymore. She still planned to fight for it one last time, "But Young Master Yan..."

Bang!

Mo Beiyan raised his hand and threw her out. The woman's white body fell on the closet. She held her arm in pain, "Young Master Yan..."

"Get out of speed, no one can be quieter. I can't afford to play X."

Mo Beiyan turned around and walked out of the room, "What's the sound outside?"

The subordinates were shocked when they saw it. You know, Mo Beiyan never cared about anything. Last time he lived here, the North District of the Flame Hall was bombed by another gang, so he still slept. He didn't ask a question the next day.

His subordinates stood upright, "Young Master Yan."

Mo Beiyan took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, "I'm so bored that I'm so bored, Luo Xiao is accompanying my wife again?"

Uh... my subordinate shook his head, "I don't know this, I heard that Dongtang was blown up by someone..."

"It will explode if it explodes. At worst, I won't want it anymore," Mo Beiyan didn't lit a cigarette, straightened his body and walked downstairs, "Go with me, I haven't even seen what it looks like in the Flame Hall."

His subordinates did not dare to neglect and hurriedly followed.

After Mo Beiyan went downstairs, he walked aimlessly, with a cigarette in his mouth. At this time, the group was running towards not far away. The man shouted out to them, "Hey, stop."

Several people stood still and lowered their heads, "Young Master Yan."

"Why are you going so fast?"

"Go to the side building to catch people."

"Who should I catch?"

"It was the teaching of the hall master," one of them thought, "and we wanted to capture Mo Nanjue alive."

Mo Beiyan's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take the cigarette on his lips, "What? Are you sure?"

"Yes, he seems to be injured, right on the side building."

"Really or false?" Mo Beiyan was surprised, obviously not convinced, "Let's go and see."

"But Mr. Yan..."

"But a ghost, I'll go if I say I'll go!"

Mo Beiyan reached out and took out a gun from the waist of the man next to him. He quickly checked and loaded it. His movements were no less than that of a first-class sniper. "Let's go, it's just boring, go and have fun."

The few people were stunned and thought that Mo Beiyan was the president of Mo. Maybe because he knew nothing, he didn't care about anything all day long. It turned out that he was hiding so deeply...

On the third floor of the side building, the scene was still in a stalemate. The man in black looked at Mo Nanjue, "Young Master, how are you?"

Mo Nanjue's face was pale, and even his thin lips were bloodless. He forced himself to stand up with the glass window, and his tall figure was beaten to a little arrogant. "How many people outside?"

The man in black glanced at him, "About thirty."

Mo Nanjue curled a sneer on the corner of his mouth. If he was fine, he would rush out even if he had nothing to do, not to mention thirty or sixty, but... he looked at Tong Ran sideways and said that she had been drugged and would not have recovered so quickly.

Mo Nanjue's eyes fell on her still flat belly. No matter who the child belonged to, it was Tong Ran's belly. It was Tong Ran's child. He didn't want the child to see such a bloody scene at such a young age.

The people outside approached and even had a tendency to enter the mouth directly. The men in black all looked tense, "Young Master, what should we do..."

"I'll go out," Mo Nanjue straightened his body, blood flowed in his right hand, and the man held the gun with his left hand, "You guys watch her inside, don't get too close, she will do it."

"Young Master!" The man in black stood in front of him, "We can't let you go out alone."

At this time, the man wearing a mask outside walked to the entrance and shouted, "You all came out, if you don't come out, we'll blow up here."
Chapter completed!