It was not until Bugatti Veyron disappeared on the corner that two people walked out of the black car at the entrance of the community. One of them looked at the place where the sports car was driving out with a telescope and nodded at the other.

The other man understood and hurriedly took out his cell phone and made a call. It was quickly answered. He shouted respectfully, "Young Master."

"Well," the man on the other end replied, "have they been out?"

"Yes, heading to Lanyun Avenue, it should be to Luo's family."

"Okay, you guys can retreat." The man hung up the phone.

The two of them hung up the phone, and one of them beat their shoulders, "Go to finish work, go back and have a good rest. I've been here for a week. I'm so tired."

"Yes," another man took out a can of Coke from the car, "How come Mo Nanjue lives in such a place? Doesn't he have a villa?"

"Who knows, it's probably because of a woman. Isn't there a woman sitting in his car?"

"Is it the woman the young master likes?"

"Eighty-most, otherwise the young master would ask us to watch here for a week..."

The man suddenly stopped halfway through his words, and the person next to him who raised his head to drink Coke pushed him, "You fucking stutter, you said halfway..."

His eyes raised and he stopped.

The royal blue Bugatti Viahang, which had already been driven out, fell back when he didn't knowing that, and Mo Nanjue put the car across the two of them. The man pushed open the car door and walked down. The momentum alone scared the two of them so much that their legs were weak.

One of them pointed at him, "You, why are you..."

The other person's Coke fell to the ground.

The man sneered, and with this little ability, he came to monitor him, looking for death. He walked over and put his arm on the car door, lifted his delicate chin, "Say, who told you to come?"

"You, me," the two of them looked at each other, and they never expected that Mo Nanjue had even gone back. One of them pushed his companion and said calmly, "This is on the roadside, we are just blowing here and blowing the wind. Isn't this possible?"

"Okay, of course," Mo Nanjue smiled. He straightened his body, his tall figure grew shadows by the warm afternoon sun. The handsome man could not see any displeasure on his handsome face. He reached out to knock on the car door, "Since I like to blow the wind, I ask you to blow to a better place."

The two of them changed their faces, "What do you want?"

Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets, and his smile tugged at the charm. Before the two could react, five or six people suddenly walked out from the side, all of whom were strong and strong, "Young Master."

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes and said, "Take them to a place where no one is around to blow it."

"Yes, young master."

The two looked at each other, obviously wanting to run, but as soon as they raised their legs, the agile man in black pressed hard on the hood, with his face pressing against the hot cover. The two shouted, "Oh my God, I'm killing in broad daylight-"

"Broad day?" Mo Nanjue leaned over and leaned against the car door. The man took out his cigarette and held it in his mouth, with a dazzling smile, "I'm just chopping you into mud here, and no one dared to say a word."

"You, you..."

"Say," Mo Nanjue bent down slightly, and the man in black pulled the two men's hair and asked them to raise their heads, "Who asked you to come!"

"No one...ah!"
Chapter completed!