Synopsis: From the second kill Huashan smoke talent began to become stronger

Chapter 42

“Boy, are you interested in entering our Genwang to do things?”

Mo Wen almost laughed out loud when he heard the middle-aged man’s words.

What kind of thing will the source king be, but it is just an underworld organization, and a small leader of the underworld organization actually wants to do things for them himself?

He is a genius entrepreneur, a rich man with hundreds of billions of assets, and his projects cover almost the entire neon in all fields.

How dare an underworld organization that can only survive in cherry blossoms dare to threaten him to join?

Mo Wen laughed, while the middle-aged man thought that his threat had succeeded, and a smile also hung on his face.

The dozen or so subordinates running next to him also smiled, being able to get Mo Wen’s combat power, he would no longer have to cower when attacking the Fujiki Group in the future, and the most powerful spear under the Fujiki Group, that is, Huayama Fumi, would also die today.

Today is their lucky day!

Just when the dozen or so people who were at the front of the line passed by Mo Wen’s side.

Suddenly, Mo Wen reached out and grabbed his neck.

Before the man caught by Mo Wen could react, he felt a pain in his neck, and with a ‘click’, he found that he couldn’t feel the body below his neck.

Just before he could come to his senses and didn’t think clearly what this meant, the vision screen suddenly rotated rapidly, and along with a sharp pain in his head, his eyes darkened.

He didn’t know what was happening, but from the perspective of others, he saw Mo Wen grabbing the neck of their group members, and threw it up like throwing sandbags and smashing into their little leader.

Boom!

The middle-aged man didn’t react at all, and was smashed out by Mo Wen’s subordinates.

The other dozen or so people looked stupid, it was a person, at least seventy kilograms of people, just thrown out like a toy, and the crisp sound of bones breaking when they were pinched.

It must have been a broken neck!

More than a dozen of the Yuan Wang Society’s subordinates were drenched in cold sweat, and quickly took out a pistol from his clothes pocket and aimed it at Mo Wen.

“Nope… Don’t move! ”

A guy from the Genwang Society roared.

Everyone took out their guns and pointed them at Mo Wen, and the guns in their hands were gripped tightly, as if this was the only way to give them a sense of security.

“Abominable…”

Kisaki held the knife in his hand and looked at the people of the Genoh Society with resentment in his eyes.

Because he followed Hua Shan Fu and came to invite Mo Wen to dinner, he didn’t bring a gun at all.

More importantly, he had to stay by Hanayama to protect him from these guys from suddenly attacking, and Kisaki would use his body to protect Hanayama Fumi.

It was even tired of Mo Wen, and Kigasaki felt very guilty in his heart.

If they hadn’t invited Mo Wen over, Mo Wen and Hua Shan Yan would not have fought, Hua Shan Fu would not have been injured, and these guys from the Origin King Society would not have dared to offend them.

Being pointed at more than a dozen guns at the same time, even the second generation will not be able to survive … Kisaki said darkly in his heart.

“I’m sorry Mo Jun, we hurt you…”

Just when Kisaki was about to apologize to Mo Wen, he suddenly felt a chill in the air.

This is not that ordinary coolness, but a chill from your heels when someone puts a sharp knife on your neck and presses it against your throat.

Before he became an underworld, he was still a bad person.

And being bad has a special ability, that is, to see through the danger of the other party, only in this way can you avoid provoking the wrong people.

After Kisaki became an underworld, this skill was naturally not lost, and he followed the palpitations that made him feel threatened with his life, and finally looked at Mo Wen’s back.

Obviously, the source of this palpitation is Mo Wen.

Kisaki suddenly closed his mouth, he felt that the atmosphere was wrong.

Not only him, but also the dozen or so members of the surrounding Origin King Society sensed the danger.

It was the piercing chill that made them rush from their heels to the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and the source of this chill was Mo Wen, who was pointed at them with a gun.

“You actually pointed a gun at me?”

Mo Wen’s eyes were cold and faintly red, he looked at the muzzles of those black holes, and from those muzzles, Mo Wen felt the crisis of death.

His scalp began to numb, as if ants flowed all over his body along the blood vessels, the sweat glands in the palms of his hands began to sweat uncontrollably, his heart beat like a pile driver, and even the adrenaline in his body began to accelerate the secretion.

This was the first time that Mo Wen was so close to death, and the strong sense of crisis and palpitations made Mo Wen, who had never been in danger, nervous, depressed, and even began to doubt himself, until the uncontrollable anger that was on the verge of desperation behind.

Mo Wen is just an ordinary person who has just gained strength, and although several battles during this period have made his mentality begin to change, the crisis of life and death has been encountered for the first time in history.

He has the same powerful physique as Hanayama Fu, he has a [Tough Body] that can halve his attack power, and a [Humanoid Weapon] that can turn himself into iron.

But what if? What if you still haven’t guarded it? What if it hits the eye or other vulnerable parts?

So will I die? Will? Will?!

Intense self-doubt and fear of death pervaded Mo Wen’s heart, and when this emotion broke through the threshold, it turned to extreme anger and killing intent.

He doesn’t want to die, so what’s the way not to die?

Kill them!!!

Mo Wen thought so, lowered his head, his body began to bend slightly, his hands pressed ten fingers on the ground, his eyes were bloodshot, and his originally handsome face suddenly looked hideous and terrifying.

An extremely ferocious evil intent rushed towards everyone.

Everyone in the warehouse suddenly froze, especially the members of the Yuan King Society standing beside Mo Wen, their faces turned extremely pale, and the hands holding the guns began to tremble.

It was as if in their eyes, Mo Wen had become a demon who wanted to choose people to eat, and that crazy killing intent scared several members of the Origin King Society in front of Mo Wen into peeing!

“Dead !!!”

Boom!!

With a loud bang, the concrete instantly exploded into a large pit, and Mo Wen rushed towards the members of the Yuan King Society in front of him like a tiger and leopard descending.

“On…”

The man in front of Mo Wen didn’t even say the second word, and Mo Wen, who rushed over, crashed into the pile of wooden boxes behind him with him, and the boxes fell into one piece, stirring up a large piece of dust.

The sky was full of dust flying in the warehouse, but the people present did not care about this, and they shot frantically in the direction of Mo Wen.

Huge gunshots rang out in the warehouse, and the flames were shining.

But in the next second, a gray-black figure flew from the direction of everyone’s shooting and smashed into a man who shot.

The member who was hit screamed and flew out backwards, and the bridge of his nose was smashed and he burst into tears directly, and the nosebleed flowed down his fingers and couldn’t stand up at all.

The nine people who were still standing instantly aimed their guns at the gray-black figure pressing on their companion.

“Wait a minute!”

A member of the Origin King Society ripped this person dressed in gray and black open, and saw that this person was bleeding and his eyes were round, and he looked dead, it was the companion who was knocked out by Mo Wen just now.

“Not good! Everyone, be careful!! ”

Seeing this scene, one of the members’ pupils shrank sharply and roared madly.

Others reacted at this point, but it was too late.

A figure suddenly fell from the sky and fell between them.

A pair of red eyes stared at them, and he showed a row of white teeth.

“Let’s all die.”

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