Fenghua looked at the outfits of those people, with a silent expression.
Mo Feifan asked, "Huazi, what did you see?"
Feng Hua was hesitant, as if he couldn't believe it: "Brother Fan, Zhao Guang's helper seemed to be a magic sword."
Divine Sword, a killer organization on the road. Each killer has a clear price, with a price ranging from half a yuan to 100 taels. They kill everyone, old people, women and children, as long as someone bids, they will never be vague in their actions.
The boss of the Divine Sword Organization is named Xiao Dong, nicknamed Donggua.
There are many rumors about Xiao Dong, and the most widely circulated one is his story of "killing five tigers by one person".
The five tigers are not five tigers, but five people. These five people were the first-class killers in the world in the past. It is said that each of the five tigers was ruthless and ruthless.
One day, when these five tigers heard that Xiao Dong had founded the "Divine Sword", they wanted to find Xiao Dong's trouble. No one knew how tragic the fight was. They only knew that all the five tigers were skinned by him in the end. The five human skins were twisted together and made up the word "dong".
Mo Feifan also heard this story and said with a serious expression: "Since you come, you can rest assured. Let's go and meet Zhao Guang first."
The group walked carefully towards the warehouse.
Seeing Mo Feifan coming, another group of people came out of the warehouse. The leader was a young man in his early thirties, wearing blue cloth trousers and a very wide cowhide belt around his waist. He was muscular, strong limbs, and his exposed hands were covered with hard cocoon skin. On a disc's face, a pair of sharp eyes as falcons flashed, and the murderous aura emitted from his body could be felt from a distance.
Without anyone introducing it, Mo Feifan could guess that this was Xiao Dong.
Mo Feifan and his party were guarding against Xiao Dong, and Xiao Dong and his group were also careful of Mo Feifan. Although they had never seen Mo Feifan, the reputation of Mo Sect is well-known. The killer organization under Mo Sect, Liusha, is a powerful enemy that the Divine Sword is taboo.
"Haha, this is Boss Mo. If you go to Xiao Dong, you will be lucky to see him for a long time." Xiao Dong took a few steps forward and bowed and smiled. Mo Feifan was younger than he thought. If he ran into the street, he would definitely think he was just a young boy who was ignorant of the world.
Before he could reach Mo Feifan, a white hand blocked his way. Xiao Dong looked at him and took a deep breath - how could this man feel like he was trying to crawl out of the coffin, his whole body was snow-white, and he could even see the meridians and blood vessels in his body.
The white-handed owner said coldly: "Where is Zhao Guang?"
When has Xiao Dong been so neglected? His face turned red and white. He bowed his hand again, smiled and turned his face and said, "This brother looks so special. I wonder if his name is?"
"Momen Quicksand Organization-Fenghua."
"So he is Fenghua." Xiao Dong looked at Fenghua again and felt that the evil aura on this man was so strong.
Mo Feifan was eager to see Zhao Guang, and patted Fenghua on the shoulder. The latter tactfully let him go aside. He smiled and said, "Gangmaster Zhao is eager to find me, now I'm here." The meaning was very obvious, so Xiao Dong said anything quickly. He didn't want to waste time on a thug.
Xiao Dong suddenly realized, and finally remembered the serious things he wanted to do. He looked at Mo Feifan and others with a smile, and said slowly: "I made the brothers in the Mo Sect laugh, but I have admired Brother Mo for a long time and have never had the chance to meet each other. I will inevitably be abrupt recently. Please forgive me. Gangmaster Zhao prepared the wine and food inside, and I would like to give you my face."
Brother Mo?! Mo Feifan sneered in his heart. He is so thick-skinned, you deserve it. There is no good wine or banquet, so come whatever tricks you want to play.
Xi, but after all, this was on the other party's land, so he still had to give him some face. He showed two deep dimples and looked at Xiao Dong with a smile. It did not happen, and said calmly: "Please lead the way, Brother Xiao."
Xiao Dong said a few more words of politeness before taking Mo Feifan and others into the granary. The granary has been abandoned for many years and is already dilapidated from the outside. After entering, it is even more messy inside.
The rice husks gnawed by mice, the rat shit everywhere, and the complicated spiders, are swelling into people's noses.
The cleaned area in the middle of the granary was quite clean, with an Eight Immortals table with wine and vegetables on it. Zhao Guang sat on the bench with a red face, drinking leisurely. Beside him, there were many burly men from the Divine Sword Organization, each with a straight eyebrows and a solemn look on his face.
Seeing that Mo Feifan was coming, Zhao Guang didn't raise his eyes and drank on his own. Mo Feifan was not polite, waved his hands to the brothers accompanying him, and sat down openly with his trouser legs. Li Dafeng, Fenghua, and Liu Xuefeng stood in the three directions behind him to protect his safety.
Luo Feng, Zhan Xie, Hou Xiaobai and the other two walked to the dim wall and stood there. Once there was any disturbance from the killers around them, they could discover it as soon as possible. The remaining brothers guarded the door and windows. If they took action, these two places were important places for retreating and defending the attack.
It is said that outsiders watch the excitement, while insiders watch the tricks. Xiao Dong nodded secretly when he saw Mo Feifan's layout. He was indeed not groundless about Mo Feifan's legend. He was shocked, but he was full of confidence. He knew how many killers were hidden nearby. Even if ten Mo Feifans came, he would be able to get wings. He remained unchanged and said with a smile: "He is a guest from afar. Why did the leader Zhao Gang respect Boss Mo for a glass of wine?"
Zhao Guang has never been a boss, even to this point today. He is really like an honest child, picking up a glass of wine and saying, "Please!"
Mo Feifan picked up the wine glass and looked down at the wine inside. Before he could drink it, the fragrance of the wine had already arrived. He gently shook the wine glass, and the wine was sticky and hung with the glass, which was a top-notch wine.
He looked at it for a while and then put the quilt down.
Zhao Guang's face changed slightly, and he said unhappily: "Mo Feifan, you are unwilling to give me face." Hunhei said, "What those who are trying to get a lie and travel around the world value face the most is face. Toast is like being rejected, and no one can hold it down."
Mo Feifan was not angry and said, "Face is earned by oneself, not given by others. I brought the money, where is the person?"
Zhao Guang stubbornly said, "What if I insist on giving you a drink?"
Mo Feifan laughed and poured all the wine in the glass underground: "I want to live a few more years, so I'll give you this wine."
Poisonous in the cup, snake venom.
Although Mo Feifan did not point it out, the meaning was already very obvious.
Li Dafeng was the first to be unable to stand it. He clattered and pulled out his scabbard and shouted: "What a shameless dog thing, you dare to play with it."
His move immediately caused a series of chain reactions. First, Xiao Dong took out the weapon in his arms, then Fenghua, Liu Xuefeng and others, and then the killer of the Divine Sword and Liusha Organization. The two sides were tense and there was a trend of breaking out.
Zhao Guang was very uncomfortable when Mo Feifan saw everything. His face changed suddenly and he said sternly: "Mo Feifan, don't you want to see you Yu Lin and Chen Xianshu?"
Mo Feifan raised one leg and said, "I said, I have brought the money here, it depends on how you do it."
Zhao Guang snorted coldly, even though he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he had no choice. When dealing with Mo Feifan, he seemed to be at a disadvantage. Zhao Guang could not help but waved to Xiao Dong, and no matter what, he asked for the money first. Xiao Dong made a gesture, and dozens of killers of the Divine Sword immediately retreated.
Seeing this, Mo Feifan also waved his hand.
Hou Xiaobai, Li Dafeng and others retreated, but the knife in their hands was kept holding and not putting it down.
"Where is the money?"
"Where are people?"
"Someone has money."
"If you have money, there will be someone."
"Bring the person here." Zhao Guang's momentum could not suppress Mo Feifan, so he had to take a step back. As soon as he finished speaking, four killers of the magic sword brought Yu Lin and Chen Xianshu over. Yu Lin and Chen Xianshu's mouths were stuffed with white cloth, and their bodies were messy and in a mess.
Seeing this, Mo Feifan slapped the table and said angrily: "Zhao Guang, this is how you treat the hostages, **Your mother."
Mo Feifan rarely scolded people. This time Zhao Guang really messed with him. Zhao Guang was so scared that he fell off the bench by this shout. He patted his butt and whispered: "I can't blame me. I'm very poor now and I don't have the money to hire someone to serve them."
"Okay, okay, okay," Mo Feifan bit his lip and said hatefully: "Give me the person quickly." The last five words are the code agreed by Mo Feifan and his brothers, meaning that once the hostages are in their own hands, they will kill all the people here.
The brothers were all in their throats and were secretly preparing.
"Never trusts anyone now, let's do this, Boss Mo gives me the silver bill, and I'll let someone let the hostages go." Xiao Dong added: "I'm the one who keeps my word, you can rest assured."
Mo Feifan meditated for a moment, pulled out a silver note from his arms and threw it over.
Xiao Dong carefully took the silver note, looked down and was startled by the numbers on it. It was indeed HSBC Bank's 100,000 taels of silver.
After reading it for a while, he reluctantly handed the silver note to Zhao Guang's hands. As he said, although 100,000 taels are more than 100,000 taels, he is still a person who keeps his word. The most important thing for his business is to not act for money, otherwise their business would not be able to be done.
"Let me go." As soon as Zhao Guang took the silver note, Xiao Dong gave an order to his opponent.
The four magical sword killers pushed the two into Li Dafeng and Fenghua's hands.
Li Dafeng, Fenghua carefully loosened the two of them and took off the rag from their mouths.
"Brother Fan, look at them." Li Dafeng saw the two of them and screamed in surprise. They both bit off their tongues and committed suicide, and their eyes were filled with despair.
What's going on?! Uncle Yu and Aunt Zhao were obviously rescued, why did they commit suicide?!
Mo Feifan kicked the bench away, threw himself beside the two of them, and shouted: "Why, Uncle Yu, why can't you think it through?"