The woman bit her lower lip. It seemed that the soft approach was not going to work. She still decided to give it one last try, "But Young Master Yan..."

Bang!

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

"Speed ​​rolling, no one can be quiet. If you can't afford it, why not do it?"

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 took care of things. The last time he lived here, the northern area of ​​Lieyantang was bombed by another gang. He went to bed as usual and didn't ask a question the next day.

He stood upright and said, "Young Master Yan."

Mo Beiyan took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, "I'm so bored. Luo Xiao is spending time with his wife again?"

Uh... The subordinate shook his head, "I'm not sure about this. I heard that the East Hall was bombed..."

"If it explodes, it will explode. If it's a big deal, don't let it go." Mo Beiyan didn't light up the cigarette either, straightened up and walked downstairs, "Follow me for a walk, I didn't even take a closer look at what's inside the Flame Hall.

"

His subordinates did not dare to neglect and hurriedly followed.

After Mo Beiyan came downstairs, he walked around aimlessly with a cigarette in his mouth. At this time, a group of people were running not far away. The man called out to them, "Hey, stop."

Several people stood hurriedly and bowed their heads, "Young Master Yan."

"Why are you running so fast?"

"Go to the side building to arrest people."

"Who to arrest?"

"It was the hall master who told us," one of them thought for a moment, "that we should capture Mo Nanjue alive."

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

"Yes, he seems to be injured. He is in the wing."

"Real or false?" Mo Beiyan was surprised, obviously not believing it, "Come on, I'll go take a look too."

"But Mr. Yan..."

"But what a ghost, I'll go just as I say!"

Mo Beiyan reached out and took out a gun from the waist of the man next to him. He quickly checked it and then loaded it. His movements were no less than those of a first-rate sniper. "Let's go. I'm bored. Let's go have some fun."

Several people were stunned, thinking that Mo Beiyan was the president of Mo's. Maybe he did nothing all day long because he didn't know how to do anything. It turned out that he was hiding so deeply...

On the third floor of the wing building, the situation was still stalemate. The man in black looked at Mo Nanjue and said, "Young Master, how are you?"

Mo Nanjue's face was pale, and even his thin lips were drained of color. He stood up by holding on to the glass window, his tall figure looking a little aloof, "How many people are there outside?"

The man in black took a look and said, "About thirty."

The corner of Mo Nanjue's mouth curled up into a sneer. If he was fine, not to mention thirty or sixty people could rush out, but...he glanced sideways at Tong Ran. She was drugged and would definitely not recover so quickly.

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Mo Nanjue's eyes fell on her flat belly. No matter whose child it was, it was still in 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.

People outside were approaching, and there was even a tendency to walk directly into the entrance. The men in black looked tense, "Young Master, what should we do..."

"I'm going out," Mo Nanjue straightened up, his right hand bleeding profusely. The man held the gun with his left hand, "You guys watch her from 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."
Chapter completed!