Mo Feifan was looking at them, and they were also looking at Mo Feifan up and down. Mo Feifan had only a medium figure and could barely be called pretty, but his deep eyes looked so unique. His eyes were very bright, as bright as a sharp knife, which could be inserted into a person's heart in an instant.
For no reason, the five people shuddered at the same time. Even they themselves felt very strange. The person in front of them was not astonishing as they were not astonishing as they were not overwhelming, and they were usually smiling. How could they feel fear? Soon after, they all understood that shock was an invisible force. In layman's terms, this force was also called momentum.
"My name is Menglong." said the tallest and strongest man in black.
Mo Feifan narrowed his eyes and revealed a pair of sweet dimples. He did not respond, but just waited confidently for him to finish his words.
Sure enough, Meng Long paused and continued, "I am the gold medal thug of the underworld. Now I want to take you back to the underworld to die. What wishes do you have before death?"
At this point, Mo Feifan seemed to have to take the opportunity to surrender. But he was not a person waiting to die. When he listened to the other party's words, his heart slowly calmed down. He had such ability. The more nervous and dangerous he was, the clearer his mind would be.
Mo Feifan thought to himself that the other party had five elite thugs. If he fought head-on with them, he might be able to eliminate one or two, but he would end up being killed. He would not do anything to kill a thousand enemies in this way. The more feasible way is to make the other party be carried away. When a person is carried away, that is, when he is the best. But how can he make them be carried away?
Mo Feifan deliberately said skeptical: "Can you really help me fulfill any wish?"
Meng Long is not a fool. What if the other party asks him to let him go? He hurriedly added: "I am most afraid of trouble. I hope that what you say will not make me too troublesome."
Mo Feifan waved his hand and smiled, "It's not a problem at all. I'll buy me a pot of good wine. I heard that I'm not afraid of pain when I'm drunk."
Unexpectedly, the other party would make such a small request. Meng Long was stunned at first, and then replied: "Okay, I promise you. But you have to pay for the wine, so I won't be the sucker."
"Haha, okay. I don't like to owe others favors the most. Since you promise to help me, I will help you too."
"You help me? What do you want to help me? I have anything to ask you to help me." Meng Long asked three questions in a row, and these three questions can actually be answered in one sentence. Mo Feifan said this - my name is Mo Feifan."
The simple five words made Meng Long immediately shut up. The two most important things the underworld needs to do: the first thing is to find the murderer who killed the leader Liu Wuye and avenge him; the second thing is to kill Mo Feifan and get back the face he lost last night.
Now, the person in front of him said that he was Mo Feifan, so why didn't they be surprised?
Meng Long felt his blood surge, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak. He asked intermittently: "You... are you really... Mo Feifan?"
"There is a fake package to change." Mo Feifan just finished speaking, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a hearty laughter coming from the corner of the street not far away. Then, four people walked out of it, the leader, tall and aggressively walked over. This person was no one else, but the new elder brother of the underworld.
Oh no! Mo Feifan never expected that four people would come. What's worse is that one of the four people was the leader of the underworld. When he thought of this, his face immediately became dark.
"Second brother!" Meng Long and his four men saw the big man coming over and bowed in unison.
The big man didn't say anything, but a follower next to him said in a loud voice: "What's the second brother? It's time to call him Big Brother. Master Liu Wu is dead, and now this is our new boss."
Meng Long and the other two looked at me, and I looked at you, and for a moment they were at a loss. Logically speaking, the succession of the gang leader is a major event, and they should be summoned to discuss with the major leaders in the gang. Now that Mr. Liu is not cold, he does not want to take revenge, but instead thinks about the position in the gang. This is too unruly.
Taking all the expressions of the five people, the follower shouted, "What, do you want to rebel?"
"Rebel?!" This hat was too big, no one could bear it when he was pressed on. After hearing this, Meng Long felt aroused his heart and hurriedly said, "Gangmaster."
"Yeah." The man held his hands behind his back, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised. It can be seen that he was so proud that he was almost forgotten. Of course he had a reason to be happy. Now Mo Feifan is alone in his hands. With just one word of his words, Mo Feifan will splatter blood on the spot. Not only did he avenge the leader and establish his prestige among his subordinates, but he could also find the face lost in the battle last night. How could he be unhappy and unhappy with such a good thing?
The big man stared at Mo Feifan and said, "Mo Feifan, I have been looking for you so hard. We have to calculate the grievances and grievances between us today."
At this point, Mo Feifan no longer concealed his hiding. He reached out to take away the knife around his neck. The two gold medal killers saw that they were all their brothers around him, so they did not object.
Mo Feifan held his hand and said with a smile: "I let you take the position of gang leader openly, this is fortunate. I let you go to bed with Master Liu Wu's wife openly, this is fortunate. I let you openly embezzle the 200 taels of silver from the underworld gang, which is fortunate. I only know that I have given you so much kindness, and I really can't remember any resentment."
He was a nonsense. He made up the matter of going to bed with Liu Wu's wife and embezzling money in the gang. However, there was such a coincidence in this world. As early as the gang was established, there were such rumors, but because there was no evidence, it was put on hold. Now, this statement was spoken from Mo Feifan, which inevitably made the rumors more credible."
Meng Long is Liu Wu's confidant and a veteran of the underworld. After hearing Mo Feifan's words, his brows frowned. Could it be that this so-called loyal second brother has really reached some kind of agreement with Mo Feifan, and now he wants to kill him again in order to silence him.
Of course, he didn't dare to ask these words. After all, the big man is now the only candidate recognized by the next leader in the gang.
There was no turbulence on Meng Long's face, but the big man's face instantly turned purple. He gritted his teeth and said, "What a mo Feifan, I will never forget to sow our relationship until I die." As he said, the big man no longer pretended to be polite and showed his fierce look: "Take him down for me!"
As he said, the three followers behind the man rushed up and rushed towards Mo Feifan. What surprised Mo Feifan was that Meng Long and other five gold medal thugs did not join in.
Since he was inevitable to take action, Mo Feifan also made his promise. Facing the enemy, he was not panicked. First, he dodged the fists of the two people in front, then lowered his body to avoid the heavy blow of the man behind. After avoiding the first round of attacks, Mo Feifan rushed back without stopping and punched two punches with all his strength.
Both punches hit him in the eyes. The man's eyes were blocked and he jumped high in pain. Mo Feifan took advantage of this opportunity and pushed his knees towards his lower body...
With a dull bang, the man screamed, his whole body bent down and he fell to the ground and fainted. The person who fainted was not capable of fighting. Mo Feifan stopped pestering this person and turned around and killed the other two.
Fortunately, Mo Feifan's upper body was protected by "fire armor". When the other two hit his body with heavy punches, his entire arm was immediately numb. These three people were just small leaders of the underworld, and they were not even as good as third-rate characters. With these prerequisites, although Mo Feifan is not a top-notch master and has injuries to his limbs, it is still more than enough to solve them.
After dealing with the three enemies, Mo Feifan was already sweating profusely, and his arms were even heavier as if he had been filled with iron. His body kept shaking, and he couldn't even stand steadily.
Seeing that the three followers fell to the ground, Meng Long could no longer sit idly. He shook his head at his subordinates, and the four big men held up bright blades and slowly surrounded them. Seeing that Mo Feifan did not respond, the four of them took another step forward and put four steel knives around his neck.
Mo Feifan's heart was burning like fire, but he was still unmoved on the surface. He was waiting for a suitable opportunity. However, he himself didn't know whether this suitable opportunity would really come. Now, there is only a gamble.
Soon, the four masked thugs had already walked around Mo Feifan. While Mo Feifan was thinking hard, the four of them rushed up and pressed Mo Feifan's limbs tightly to the ground.
Mo Feifan was already injured around him, and after they moved, a piercing pain immediately came. The four pairs of big hands were like four iron pliers, and Mo Feifan could not use his strength at all.
"Mo Feifan, don't blame me when you get down there, you're asking for it." The big man frowned and strode with a large machete. In order to extinguish his anger, he planned to cut off his hand one by one, then his legs, and then his head.
After making up his attention, the big man roared: "Kill..." The big sword responded.
At this critical moment, Mo Feifan's legs suddenly kicked down and hit the big man's calf with his breasts. His legs were pressed down and it was impossible to lift them up, but it was still possible to kick them up. No one could have thought that Mo Feifan could have such a move. The big man could not have thought, and Meng Long could not have thought of either.
The man's entire attention was focused on Mo Feifan's upper and lower plates. After he kicked, his strong body fell down like an iron tower. No one could imagine how powerful a person would be in front of death. The man felt that it was not that someone kicked him, but that a bull hit him. The two masked killers on the right side of Mo Feifan's body could not dodge for a moment and were heavily crushed to the ground.
At this time, Mo Feifan finally waited for this rare opportunity. The left arm and left leg that were buckled swayed. With the super explosive power of his body, the two thugs were stunned and shook their hands away.