The wound on the neck of the Thousand-Faced God was caused by a sharp weapon like the sickle and kitchen knife.
I really didn't expect that such a arrogant Thousand Faces God died at the hands of an ordinary farmer, but was beaten to death by someone as a thief.
Mo Feifanne laughed and said, "This is called committing one's own sins." He helped the farmer up from the ground and told him, "You should pretend that nothing has happened today. I promise you will not have any trouble. Otherwise, you should know what the consequences are."
The farmer saw the shaking blades in Mo Feifan and the other two, and had roughly guessed their identities. He purred and swallowed his saliva, afraid that he would slow down: "I, I know."
Mo Feifan nodded and asked for a moment to the two brothers beside him. The two brothers understood Mo Feifan's meaning and carried out the body of the Thousand-Faced God Lord.
The three of them carried the body of the Thousand Faces God back to Renyi Villa. In the villa, the battle was still in a stalemate.
"Your God is dead, you will not kill him, and you will resist and kill him." Mo Feifan held the body of the Thousand Face God in one hand and shouted at everyone.
At the beginning, the killers didn't know who Mo Feifan was in his hand. When they looked at him, they all took a breath. How could this be possible? Isn't the God in the room? How could he die? The killers look at me, I look at you, and I'm at a loss for a moment.
Mo Feifan shouted again: "I will give you half a word to consider. After half a word, you will not accept surrender and will be killed."
Looking at the tide of enemies opposite and looking at the fewer brothers around him, the killers had already reached the verge of collapse. Now, the Gods died in Mo Feifan's hands, and all resistance was in vain. This also became the last straw that crushed their morale.
"Chala" There is a timid killer who is the first to throw away the weapon in his hand: "I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me."
Surrender is like a siege, and once someone takes the lead, it is difficult to stop it.
The sound of weapons falling to the ground was connected. The killers fell to the ground and surrendered with their hands.
Seeing that the enemies surrendered, the gangsters rushed over and chopped them down to the ground.
The injured killers did not realize that something was wrong until the moment they fell in a pool of blood.
Many people protested and said in pain: "Mo Feifan, you are not trustworthy, you are not a man."
Before he could finish his words, a life-long gangster rushed forward and pierced his chest with a knife.
"Why......"
The killer vomited blood in his mouth and fell to the ground angrily.
The gangster pulled out the mountain knife and smiled sinisterly: "Boss Mo's order is only effective for Mo's Sect, and he cannot command us. Your life is worth ten taels of silver. I'm really embarrassed, I'm short of money during this period."
Unable to wait for the killer to die of blood, the gangster stabbed into his eyes with another knife.
Behind the eyes is the most important head of a person. Once damaged here, the person will die immediately.
"Ahhhh", cried on the battlefield, and the sounds were heard. The gangsters were not very good, but they all started very badly, not to mention that with the Momen gang being behind them, they had no worries at all. Killing people was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.
Even the brothers from Momen were moved by this bloody scene.
In fact, this was also what Mo Feifan secretly instructed. The Thousand-Faced God Lord cannot stay. Even if the gangsters don’t kill them, he will kill them.
This is the end of confrontation with Mo Feifan. His creed is "Who in the world makes enemies with me, and I will cut his head with a knife."
At this time, Luo Feng squeezed over from the crowd.
"Brother Fan, sister-in-law and the others have forced the old couple into a desperate situation. Do they want to ask you for your opinion?" Luo Feng leaned into Mo Feifan's ear and whispered.
The old couple was over 100 years old, older than the five Mo Feifans. To be honest, if they really killed them, the brothers would really not be able to do anything.
Mo Feifan was stunned for a moment and said to Luo Feng: "I understand, don't worry about this matter. Hurry up and lead people to clean the battlefield. Build the body or something on the spot."
Luo Feng closed his hands and bowed, "Yes, Brother Fan. I'll do it now."
There are hundreds of people inside and outside the villa now, and it takes less than a quarter of an hour to get this done. Luo Feng's face was relaxed and he was already running out.
His face was relaxed, but Mo Feifan looked embarrassed.
Rationally speaking, he should have killed this couple. They are the big bosses under the Thousand Face God, and keeping them is always a problem. Emotionally, he really doesn't want to kill this old couple. It is not easy to meet a man who is afraid of his wife, and it is not easy to meet a woman who can make his husband afraid.
Before he knew it, he had already arrived at the first floor of the villa. After getting off the floor, Mo Feifan saw a group of people forming a circle, as if he was watching something.
"Brother, let me go." Mo Feifan patted a Momen brother on the shoulder and said softly.
The Momen brother wanted to ask who it was. When he turned his head and saw that it was Mo Feifan, his tongue couldn't be straightened: "Ah, Brother Fan, why are you here?"
Mo Feifan smiled at the brother and said, "Can you give me a way?"
"Ah, yes." The brother not only walked aside, but also shouted to other people watching the fun: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, Brother Fan is here, Brother Fan is here."
When he heard that Mo Feifan was coming, he immediately gave in to the crowd of people on the inside and outside.
Mo Feifan walked in from this road and saw the three girls of Zhang Rao, Qian Shuyuan and Cai Mengyu at first glance.
The three women were wearing strong outfits, and they were indescribably heroic.
Mo Feifan saw them, and they also saw Mo Feifan.
Cai Mengyu was like a chirping bird, and she kept talking with her mouth: "Mo Feifan, you are here. You are so unwilling. If you have such a fun thing, you don't even call me..."
Mo Feifan listened with his ear, and the other ear entered. After finally waiting for her to stop, Zhang Rao spoke again. She was different from Cai Mengyu. Her tone was not only gentle, but also had a smile on her face. Even her eyes seemed to be able to speak, which made people feel extremely comfortable when they saw it.
Zhang Rao said carelessly: "Feifan, you are not injured, are you?"
Mo Feifan waved his right arm and said with a smile: "Look at me, isn't this good?"
This is how men always like to pretend to be strong and indifferent in front of the women they like. Who knows that they will secretly hide and lick their wounds like wolves.
"I'm still stubborn." Zhang Rao gave him a blank look, took out a fragrant handkerchief, and helped Mo Feifan wrap the wound.
Mo Feifan blushed with embarrassment when he saw his brothers staring at him with big eyes. He deliberately changed the topic and asked, "I didn't tell you this news, where did you know it?"
Zhang Rao patiently wrapped the wound on Mo Feifan, and Qian Shuyuan took the conversation. Her face was cold and her tone was also very cold: "There is no airtight wall in the world. After we found out that you came here, we went to find Hong Tonghong again. If it weren't for Mr. Hong who spent a lot of money to hire these people, you wouldn't know if you would have the life to stand in front of us and talk today."
Although her tone was cold, she could tell that she was for Mo Feifan's good even if she was a level 8 bastard and a level 12 fool.
Mo Feifan scratched his head embarrassedly: "My fault, my fault. I thought my opponent too simply. I thought that a sneak attack could kill the Thousand-faced God. Haha~~~~"
Qian Shuyuan turned her head and ignored him.
Seeing Mo Feifan joking with the three girls, Hong Tong smiled loudly: "Brother Mo has three beautiful women around him, which is really enviable."
Mo Feifan raised his head and was facing Hong Tong's smiling face. He bowed and said politely: "Freefan will remember the life-saving grace of Hong Guanwai, and will repay him in the future."
Hong Tong waved his thick and fat big hands and smiled, "Brother Mo said this and I'll be out of here. If it weren't for you, I would have been locked in that dark and dirty room by this Thousand Face God, and I would have lived through a steamed bun and a bun every day."
Among real friends, sometimes a look is enough to tell everything. Mo Feifan is not talking, raises his leg and takes a few steps forward.
Less than five steps ahead, the old couple just sat there, like a family of children and grandchildren, enjoying their old age. It seemed that they had many injuries on their bodies, but none of them were fatal. Needless to say, it must be the brothers of the Momen who showed mercy to them. Who said that the man who was afraid of his wife was not a man? In Mo Feifan's opinion, this old man was the real man.
Mo Feifan held his hands behind his back and whispered: "Two seniors, what will I have? I will do as much as possible." His meaning was already very obvious when he said this.
Death is a terrible thing for anyone. The old man yawned while stretching his waist while pounding his chest with both hands, as if he was exercising his muscles. He didn't have the slightest sense of fear of death.
"I have been bullied enough in my life. When I am about to come, I want to bully this old woman. The younger generation, prepare a basin of hot water for me and I want her to wash my feet."
"Bang", the old woman's right palm had already slapped her: "What, you old man, I want me to wash your feet and dream."
The old woman who rarely missed the move failed this time. Before she could wave her right palm, the old man had already jumped away - he seemed to have known that she would use this move for a long time.
"You old woman, you are so old. You are almost dead. You want to bully me. Tell you, I've had enough."
"Wow, old man, you are brave enough to eat the ambition leopard. You dare to talk to me like this. Let me see if I don't grab your mouth."
"Come on, old lady, do you think I'll be afraid of you."
The two of them twisted into a ball and started fighting.
Mo Feifan looked at the two of them with interest, and suddenly clapped like a child: "When you finish the fight, don't forget to invite me to drink."
After hearing this, the two of them froze.
The old man let go of the old woman's hand and asked, "Can we still invite you to drink with these two old bones?"
Mo Feifan smiled and said, "Of course, I want to invite me to drink eight major jars." He snapped his fingers and said to the Zang Xie beside him: "Brother Zang, arrange for his brothers to take them to the clinic, and I will pay the medical expenses."
When Brother Fan heard this, he wanted to let them have a way out, and the brothers were stunned at the same time.
Zhan Xie did not ask questions. He has always been a person who doesn't talk much: "Yes, Brother Fan."
Perhaps sand was blowing into her eyes, and some bright things flowed out of the old woman's eyes. She wiped her tears and walked out slowly. At this moment, she was no longer a murderer who could kill without blinking. She was just a kind and kind old lady.
The old man patted the old woman on the back, but he wanted to speak but stopped.
After he walked a few steps, he seemed to finally make up his mind and said, "Young Master, you may not be the real Thousand Face God."