Gu Jingze asked Qian Cheng to find a box and put Moxi Ke in it.

This is a gift for Lu Hanzong!

Lu Hanzong’s most trusted helper!

Perhaps Lu Hanzong is still waiting for Lao Mo to bring him good news.

9pm.

The two of them took the box to Lu Hanzong's villa.

"Sir, can you send it in?"

"No need! Leave it at the door!"

Naturally, someone helped us give it to Lu Hanzong.

Qian Cheng put down the box and the two left.

After five minutes.

Two patrolling security guards saw a box at the door and walked over to take a look.

They thought some homeless man or rag collector had forgotten it here.

The security guard kicked the box.

The box did not fall down.

"Um?"

"What's going on?"

Another security guard asked: "What's wrong?"

"It seems very heavy. Open it and take a look. What is it?"

"Um!"

The two of them put the box down and unzipped it.

"Tsk!"

The zipper was opened.

A security guard opens the box.

When he opened the box and saw the contents, he closed the box at once.

The whole person fell backwards in a panic.

"People...people..."

"Blood...blood..."

"What the hell scares you, haha!"

Another security guard patted his shoulder and squinted his eyes, looking a little mocking.

Then he stepped forward and opened the box.

"ah!"

When he opened it and saw it, he screamed just as loudly.

It can be said that he was more scared than the security guard just now.

However, it's no wonder that the box contained Lao Mo's body.

The body was covered in blood and was under dim light at night.

Normal people would panic when they see this scene.

The two of them shouted one after another, attracting other security guards.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The security guard who came over asked.

"Human...blood...then, that box!"

The first security guard who discovered it pointed at the box in front of him and spoke intermittently.

The security guard came and stepped into the box.

When he saw the situation inside, he turned around and vomited.

He didn't scream, but he vomited all over the floor.

"What...is going on?"

"This man looks familiar!"

After vomiting, he turned back and looked at Lao Mo again.

"ah!"

"This...he is Butler Mo!"

"Guanjia Mo?"

"Guanjia Mo?"

The two frightened security guards each murmured.

"Someone is coming!"

"Call the master quickly!"

Not long after.

Lu Hanzong came to the door.

Lu Hanzong was not in a very good mood. His son was dead and his wife was still in a coma.

I just heard the security guard say again that there was a corpse outside, which looked very much like Butler Mo.

He rushed out at once.

Lao Mo is the number one master under him. If Lao Mo dies, his strength will be greatly reduced.

"master!"

"master!"

The security guards quietly retreated to the back.

When Lu Hanzong saw the corpse in the box, he was sure at a glance that the corpse was Lao Mo.

"Damn it!"

How could Lao Mo be killed?

Who would do it?

No one in the provincial capital has such courage.

Could it be that Lao Mo's identity was discovered and his enemies came to the door?

If so, is that possible?

But why did his enemy kill him and send it to him, deliberately showing it to him?

Lu Hanzong followed his own ideas, but encountered difficulties.

So, he quickly rejected his guess.

The enemy is looking for revenge on Lao Mo. Just kill him. Why go to the trouble of giving the body to yourself!

Isn't letting yourself see Lao Mo's body a warning to yourself?

"Who sent it?"

"Sir, we saw the box when we were patrolling, but we didn't see anyone."

Lu Hanzong frowned. Didn't Lao Mo go to Hangzhou to investigate Gu Jingze?

How come it appears here?

Could it be that he was sent by Gu Jingze!

The more Lu Hanzong thought about it, the more he felt that there was only one possibility.

However, Lu Hanzong had something he couldn't figure out.

He felt that with Lao Mo's skills, it was impossible for Gu Jingze to kill him.

Unless there is only one possibility, a large group of people fight to consume Lao Mo, and finally kill Lao Mo.

Lu Hanzong thought of this, and his whole body exuded cold murderous intent.

The cold wind blowing in the dark night makes people feel even more eerie and terrifying.

Gu Jingze, I will never let you go. When I finish handling my son's funeral, I will send you to the West!
To be continued...