The root of life is the most fragile part of the human body. Even if you are the one who practices the best outside, you can't stand it. Xiao Dong covered his root of life and let out a howl like a pig. His crotch was covered with blood, which made people frown when they saw it.
At this time, Li Dafeng, Liu Xuefeng and others rushed over. Seeing one standing and the other lying down, they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.
Li Dafeng stepped forward and was about to kill him. Before he could do anything, he was stopped by Mo Feifan: "Don't let him die so happily, I want him to die in pain."
Li Dafeng nodded tactfully, dragged one of Xiao Dong's legs and dragged it towards the granary. The ground was full of spiked thorns and small stones with different edges. This drag on Xiao Dong's face was no longer considered a human face. One of his eyes was pierced, half of his nose was worn off, and most of the skin on his face was rubbed off.
Back at the warehouse, the battle was basically over. The hundreds of magic sword killers brought by Xiao Dong were killed and injured. The brothers on the Momen were also injured to a great extent, and eight brothers from the Quicksand Organization died in the melee. In comparison, this was a great victory. As soon as the war ended, Fenghua took most of his men to chase Zhao Guang. The mountains here are high and dense forests, and finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack. However, even so, he still has to give it a try.
Mo Feifan returned to the granary with Xiao Dong, who had half his life left. The brothers had a serious expression and did not have the joy of winning at all. They were waiting for Mo Feifan to speak.
"Cut off everyone's lifelines and let their blood dry." After saying these words, Mo Feifan felt his eyes turn dark and fell to the ground with his back.
"Brother Fan, Brother Fan." When the brothers saw Mo Feifan lying on the ground, they thought he had suffered some serious injuries. They were so scared that they hurriedly surrounded him.
Liu Xuefeng took open Mo Feifan's eyelids and put on his pulse again, and then said, "Everyone is worried that Brother Fan is so angry that he will be fine if he rests for a few days."
After hearing this, the brothers changed their breath: "It's good if Brother Fan is fine, but Brother Fan is fine."
Mo Feifan was in a coma, and Hou Xiaobai, the most powerful Mo Sect, arranged his next action plan.
First: Yu Lin and Chen Xianshu's humiliation and death must be kept strictly confidential. They regard their reputation as more important than life, and they cannot be ridiculed after death. Second: Mobilize all the forces that can be mobilized to find Zhao Guang's whereabouts within a range of 100 miles. Third: Ask the government to issue a sea arrest document, and use both water and land to work together. Fourth: Bloom a huge dark flower, and anyone who can provide clues or capture Zhao Guang alive will be rewarded with 5,000 taels of silver. Fifth: Arrange funerals immediately and hold a glorious funeral for them.
After Mo Feifan woke up, he was already in Lin's mansion. The funeral ceremony will be held here. Mo Feifan's living here is much more convenient than living in Qianren Casino.
"Rao'er, why are you crying?" After Mo Feifan opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Rao secretly wiping his tears. Mo Feifan was in a coma for a day and a night, frightening everyone.
Seeing that Mo Feifan was fine, Zhang Rao said happily: "Fefan, are you fine?"
Mo Feifan slowly sat up, and the wound on his calf had been bandaged with medicine, which felt a little numb.
"You want to be a widow, but I won't agree." Mo Feifan wiped the corners of Zhang Rao's eyes and said with a smile.
Zhang Rao was amused by Mo Feifan's words, and her pink fist hit Mo Feifan like raindrops: "Hate, I ignore you."
Mo Feifan asked, "Rao'er, go and call your brothers in. I have something to explain."
"Yeah." Zhang Rao stood up: "I'll call them now."
"Oh! My Brother Fan, you're fine." The first one to rush in was Li Dafeng, followed by Fenghua and other brothers.
After a simple greeting, Mo Feifan said seriously: "Although Zhao Guang ran away, I still have his life. Now, you do a few things. First, tell your brothers not to leak what happened to Uncle Yu and Aunt Zhao. Second, let the Fenghua Sect Liusha brothers continue to find out Zhao Guang's whereabouts. Third, ask the government to help. Fourth, let the wind be released. Anyone who can provide clues or capture Zhao Guang alive and kill Zhao Guang will be rewarded with 5,000 taels of silver. Fifth, seize the time to purchase everything needed for the funeral."
After he finished speaking, he saw that the brothers did not move.
"What's wrong? What's the problem?" Mo Feifan said strangely.
Li Dafeng said quickly and smiled at Mo Feifan, "Brother Fan, during these times when you were unconscious, the white monkey has already let us do it."
"Huh? Really!" Mo Feifan looked at Hou Xiaobai gratefully, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother Hou, you've done a good job."
He felt very pleased that his brothers were growing up and could do things in an orderly manner without having to make arrangements. This is the ability that a big gang should have.
Hou Xiaobai grabbed his head and smiled and said, "This is nothing, it's all we should do."
"Yeah", Mo Feifan thought about it and added: "Afeng, go and do something for me."
"What's up?"
"Go and help me dig Zhao Guang's ancestral tomb and smash the bones. If the living person can't be found, I will use the dead to force him out."
"Ah...oh, I'll do it now." Li Dafeng handed over Hou Xiaobai with his eyes, which meant that you were still not as good as Brother Fan.
Hou Xiaobai looked back with contempt. He had never said that he could compare to Brother Fan. You thought too much.
When the guests enter the door, they will be determined the day after tomorrow.
In the past two days, Mo Feifan and his brothers were busy. There were too many people coming to attend the funeral, and Caocao estimated that there were at least five or six hundred people.
Two days later, Yu Mansion.
Mo Feifan was wearing mourning clothes and mourning, kneeling in front of the coffins of Lin and Chen Xianshu, burning paper money one by one. Yu Chen and his wife had no children, so Mo Feifan was only filial to them. There were endless guests coming to burn incense, and he returned the gifts one by one, and his forehead was swollen. When guests who came to see Mo Feifan's appearance, they praised him for his affection and righteousness, and at the same time secretly cursed Zhao Guang's despicableness.
"Brother Fan, Master Feng Hall has caught someone." A little brother from Momen with a white cloth rushed into the mourning hall quickly, bent down and whispered to Mo Feifan.
A sharp light shot out from Mo Feifan's eyes, like lightning. He was shocked and asked in a deep voice: "Where is it?"
The younger brother replied: "The Master Feng Tang tied the person to the backyard."
"Okay, let's lead the way." Mo Feifan suddenly joined together, feeling his legs numb and almost fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the younger brother quickly reached out to hold Mo Feifan's body and said worriedly: "Brother Fan, what's wrong with you?"
Mo Feifan stomped on the ground a few times, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. I've been kneeling for a long time and my legs are numb. You can lead the way." The little brother said oh, and helped Mo Feifan slowly walked towards the backyard.
The Yu family's backyard is very large, with rockery, streams and pavilions. After walking for a while, Mo Feifan finally saw Li Dafeng. At the same time, he saw three or four strong men beating a boy dressed as a beggar. Just looking at his appearance, you can tell that he is a gangster, with a bald head without hair, a donkey face, a horoscope, a green bean eyebrow, and a small eyeball, and he doesn't need to look at people. The boy was really stubborn. Although he was beaten to the point of bleeding, his mouth was still unclean. Your grandpa's scolding was endless.
Seeing Mo Feifan coming, Li Dafeng hurriedly came over and said hello: "Brother Fan, you are indeed a god of enemies. This kid is really here to collect his bones."
Mo Feifan nodded and asked, "How is it, Afeng, this kid hasn't told the truth?" Knowing that he had been kneeling for a long time, the Momen brother brought him a stone bench. The stone bench is small, but at least 100 or 200 kilograms. But when he moved it, his face was not blushing or breathing, as if he was holding a big watermelon in his arms.
"No, this kid is very stubborn and refuses to say that he was sent by Zhao Guang. His grandma's, he actually lied to me and said that he was selling bones as medicine. I was from his big ass wife, thinking I was a fool and an idiot, so easy to cheat." Li Dafeng cursed.
At the same time, he also saw the little brother's appearance of carrying a stone bench and couldn't help but sigh: "This kid is quite strong."
Mo Feifan nodded, and when he saw Li Dafeng's attention focused behind him, he turned his body around.
"What's your name? How did you get your strength?" Mo Feifan called the little brother to his side.
Thinking that he had done something wrong, the little brother carefully placed the stone bench at his feet and replied restraintly: "The villain... is called Manniu. He has done anti-salt strife before... At what time did this strength be saved?"
Wrestling is a title for coolie in the ancient fish country. It is usually people from poor families who do such tiring and unprofitable things.
"Salt bread?" Mo Feifan paused and asked, "Then are you familiar with the salt road? How much do you know if you buy salt, go on and sell salt?"
I don’t know what Mo Feifan meant, but the younger brother said honestly: “The villain was from the White Knife Gang before, and he usually deals with salt. I understand what Brother Fan said.”
"Okay, I'll help you smuggle salt in a few days. I'll give you both men and silver. If you do it well, I'll get promoted to your position. If you don't do it well, get out of here." Mo Feifan said.
A young man from the lowest level can actually reach the top and directly lead the important private salt business in the gang. If it is spread, others may say that the person who gave the order is a madman.
Of course Mo Feifan is not crazy, he has his own plans.
The little brother stayed for a while and couldn't believe it was true. He swallowed and looked at Mo Feifan with a blank look. He had thought that one day he would become the top leader of the gang, but he never thought that this day would come so quickly and so suddenly.
Seeing my brother's stupid expression, Li Dafeng kicked his ass and kindly reminded him: "Silly, Brother Fan is going to promote you, so I won't thank him."
"Thank you... Thank you Brother Fan." The little brother spit out a few words in his mouth, but his consciousness had not come back yet.
Mo Feifan curled his lips and patted his shoulder and said, "Go, do it well, don't let me down."
"Yes, the villain took his leave." The little brother bowed silently and retreated. When he arrived at a place where there was no one, he pinched himself hard, wondering if this was a dream.
It hurts, it's really painful.
Seeing the little brother's back slowly disappearing, Li Dafeng asked curiously: "Brother Fan, how did you see that he can eat this bowl of rice?"
Mo Feifan shook his head and said, "Don't I not see that he has talent in this area?"
"Then why did you promote him?" Li Dafeng whispered and shouted in confusion. Although he didn't say anything, he was wondering whether Brother Fan was too hasty in employed people. You should know that private salt transactions are not about playing house for children. It is related to the livelihood of the gang and is a very important investment in the gang.
Mo Feifan saw through Li Dafeng's heart and chuckled: "There are not so many talented people in this world? He does not have the ability to cultivate it slowly. Private salt has a great relationship, and what I want is a person who is absolutely loyal to me. If I promote him and create him, he will be grateful to me and be loyal to me."
"What if he betrays you in the future?" Li Dafeng was puzzled by Mo Feifan's way of using people.
"At least, he will be devoted to me now. Whoever can explain the future clearly depends on personal ability. I have the confidence to surrender him and take care of him." Mo Feifan said softly.
Li Dafeng tilted his neck and held his hand and said, "I think these words are nonsense when I say them out of others' mouths. But why do I say them out of your mouth? Brother Fan? I think it makes sense."
"Because everything I said makes sense." Mo Feifan replied.
Facts have proved that Mo Feifan's decision was correct. The younger brother who seemed inconspicuous really made amazing wealth for Mo Feifan in the future. Of course, this is a later story, so I won't mention it for now.