Location, secret private prison under the wine cellar in the backyard of the Takin Casino.
Jia Le is admiring his hands. His hands are well maintained and his nails are trimmed flat and clean. Ten round finger belly seems to tell people that this is a pair of hands that have never done heavy work--the hands of a wealthy family.
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His hand was placed on the table, and Mo Feifan was also watching, even Zang Xie, Qian Shuyuan, and Qian Shushu were watching.
Although they saw the same hands, they were completely different in their minds.
Qian Shushu was thinking that although this fat man looked ugly, he had to admit that his hands were indeed very good-looking and clean.
But who knows how many dirty things these clean-looking hands have done, how many girls' clothes have been taken off, how many girls' underwear have been torn apart? Qian Shuyuan looked at these hands coldly, and her eyes were filled with all her eyes.
It's chill.
Zang Xie asked in his heart, what else can these hands do besides touching women and cards? Killing people, can these hands kill people? But these hands don’t look like they have practiced Kung Fu. By the way, he has money and a lot of them.
There are a lot of money and murder, so why should he do it himself?
What Jia Le himself was thinking about was how long could these beautiful and clean hands last in the world? Death is a terrifying thing for anyone, and he is no exception.
What was Mo Feifan thinking? He kept a faint smile, and no one seemed to be able to see through his thoughts.
After a long time, he couldn't help but cough gently: "I think we should have a good talk."
Jia Le said expressionlessly: "What's there to talk about with a dying person?"
Mo Feifan pulled a chair and sat down, crossed his legs and said, "Why don't you? You can talk about the organization behind you. I'm very interested in it."
"Don't think of hearing a word from a dead person's mouth." Jia Le clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
I had long guessed Jia Le's reaction, and Mo Feifan was not surprised. He snapped his fingers and said lightly: "There are so many kinds of deaths, it depends on how you choose."
Jia Le's eyes flashed, and thousands of rays of light shot out from his eyes. If his eyes could kill people, Mo Feifan had already died tens of thousands of times.
Mo Feifan lightly buckled the table, and Zang Xie next to him took out a small white bottle that had been prepared from his arms and handed it over.
"This is a poison. After taking this poison, you will have a good sleep, without any pain."
"You bastard." Jia Le slapped the table violently, rushing towards Mo Feifan with his teeth and claws.
Mo Feifan did not move, and the Zang Xie behind him moved. He quickly raised his right leg and kicked it out hard. Only Jia Le screamed with a scream, and his fat body flew out like a sandbag.
This kick was really heavy. Jia Le groaned and actually spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Mo Feifan shook his head. There were many punishments for not eating toasts in this world. He didn't say anything, and slowly stood up and walked out the door.
Qian Shuyuan knew what would happen next, so she turned her waist and walked out, leaving only Qian Shushu, who was confused, standing honestly.
Mo Feifan stopped at the door and smiled and said, "Miss Qian Er plans to stay here?"
"What are you doing?" Qian Shushu asked curiously.
Mo Feifan did not explain directly, but just smiled faintly, "I advise you to leave here."
At this moment, Qian Shuyuan also spoke: "Xiao Shu, come out with me, don't ask more questions."
Faced with the two inexplicable people, Qian Shushu had to leave this secret prison honestly, even though he had a thousand doubts. When the prison door was closed, the doubts were revealed.
On the other side of the door, screams came from Zang Xie's mouth.
"It's so miserable for a big man to beat him inside." Qian Shushu was just an ordinary girl. When she heard the howl like a pig slaughtering inside, she felt a little embarrassed.
Mo Feifan looked at Qian Shushu and shook his head and said, "I told you not to come a long time ago, I regret it now."
"Ahhhh..." The harsh shouts came out again.
Qian Shushu frowned and said tentatively: "I think he is not a bad person, why don't we let him go..."
Mo Feifan: "Good people and bad people will not be written on their faces. Don't look at him as bad as he is not very fierce, there are probably no less than ten people who die at his hands. If I don't kill him, then there will naturally be others who will kill him.
Ten thousand steps, even if he is innocent, I will not let him go. Doing things should be done without leaving any room for anything. What is saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and what is understanding the great power is all a fraud in the book.
Human nonsense. In my world, there are only friends and enemies. Be kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself and your friends..."
Yes, living in such a world of intrigue, talking about benevolence and righteousness to the enemy can only lead oneself to a dead end.
Qian Shushu gradually understood this truth, sighed lightly, and stopped talking.
Qian Shuyuan next to her looked at Mo Feifan and felt mixed feelings. She liked his wisdom and a well-developed mind; she didn't like him to act viciously. This contradictory mood made her very confused for a while and handed over the Hongmei Gang to such a
Is it right or wrong in human hands?!
After about two words (one word is about five minutes now), the shouts inside gradually weakened.
When Mo Feifan walked into the secret prison alone, Jia Le had been beaten beyond recognition and his face was covered with blood. Before Mo Feifan could speak, Jia Le hurriedly said: "I say everything, I say everything, I say everything.
, don't hit me anymore, don't hit me anymore..."
Mo Feifan nodded, pulled over a chair and sat down. Zang Xie grabbed Jia Le's clothes and dragged them to the chair in front of Mo Feifan like a dead dog.
Mo Feifan looked at Jia Le with his mouth, nose and eyes slanted, and said softly: "Tell me, what kind of organization is behind you?"
Jia Le twitched and said intermittently: "Our organization is called 'Tiangou'."
Mo Feifan: "Tengou?"
Jia Le nodded: "Our Tengu organization was founded more than a hundred years ago. From the beginning, we should be considered the third generation. There are five members of the first generation of Tengu organization. These five people failed the exam.
Scholars were closely linked because of their sympathy. They made their fortune by fighting (tomb robbing), and soon controlled the antique industry in Yancheng.
After their death, their direct descendants took over the industry they left behind and absorbed local wealthy and powerful people to establish the second generation of Tengou Organization. Although there were only seven members of the second generation of Tengou Organization, these seven people
Completely control the antiques, money, grain, salt and iron in Yancheng. It can be said that they are the 'god's' of the people of Yancheng..."
Having said that, Jia Le was extremely proud, which could be seen from his eyes.