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Chapter 49 The Overlord Treaty
Chapter 49 The Overlord Treaty
"I have the money, but if you don't tell me clearly, you won't be able to take away a penny."

Mo Fan was as immovable as a mountain, and he didn't pay attention to the other party's threats at all.

"Okay, just admit that you have money, brothers, you don't need to do anything, just search it yourself."

Hu Biao made a look at the person next to him, and the person under his hand stood up quickly.

There were seven or eight people on the other side, all of whom were about 1.9 meters tall.

Compared with them, Mo Fan looks too thin and is not a heavyweight at all.

Although the brothers were afraid, they had no intention of escaping, and they all protected Mo Fan behind them.

I only felt a moment of suspension behind me, and the person who was originally riding behind me suddenly appeared in front of me.

Mo Fan's movements were frighteningly fast, and he quickly shuttled among those people at a speed like stealing a bell.

When he stopped, the arrogant man fell to the ground in an instant.

"Let's go!"

He clapped his hands with ease, not taking these people seriously at all.

Many people felt that they were doomed, and it was impossible for them to leave safely after messing with the underground leader.

This street is quite lively, and the setting inside is simple and ancient. Different from the hustle and bustle of the city, everything here is full of vitality.

There is a huge underground casino inside, everyone knows it, but it's just tacit understanding.

And the person he just beat was one of the forces in the underground casino.

People who come here to gamble come from all over the world, and some people just want to have fun and enjoy themselves.

Some people brought all their wealth and lost it all here. They knew that the situation here was not right, but they always wanted to make a comeback.

Before a few people even walked out of the street, they were surrounded by those people.

"I heard that you were the one who beat me."

A thin man with a sallow complexion stood in front of him.

He was holding a pipe in his hand, and from time to time he would sneak over to the chair next to him. He was being carried over by someone.

The people next to him talked a lot, and they retreated because they were afraid of his power.

"This is Mr. Luo, he has come out, this kid is not far from death."

"I think so. If I were them, I would apologize quickly. Anyway, shame is nothing compared to life."

"That's what young people are like these days. Not only are they young and energetic, but they don't know how to behave. If you mess with people like this, how can you live a peaceful life."

They were talking in low voices, and with a look from Mr. Luo, the scene fell silent for an instant.

They dare not talk anymore, but they are also unwilling to leave. Human psychology is always like this. While enjoying a good show, they are afraid that trouble will cause them.

"I didn't hit them, they licked their faces and bumped into my hands. My hands still hurt."

Mo Fan shook his right hand.

He was telling the truth.

The system gave him speed and strength, but the effects of power are mutual.

He slapped those people in the face like this, and his hand still hurts.

If you didn't ask them for medical expenses, you should be grateful to him, and you still have the face to trouble yourself.

"It's the first time I've heard that someone under my command injured your hand, so I apologize to you for them."

Mr. Luo was not as angry as he expected, and was always kind.

With a hypocritical smile on his face, he said the most ruthless words with the most gentle words.

"Xiao Ergou, go and chop his hands off for me."

"Yes, third master."

Xiao Ergou's name is not good, but he has a burly figure, 1.9 meters tall and almost two meters tall, plus his daily exercise, his whole body is full of muscles.

He has a small crew cut, and his facial features are rough, as if he was played by God.

Wearing a black vest, standing there gave a strong sense of oppression.

Xiaoergou is Mr. Luo San's right-hand man and helps him with some things on weekdays.

For example, debts that could not be repaid, or people who escaped because of debts, were all caught by him one by one.

He stretches out his hands, and his methods of dealing with people are very cruel. He has a naive face, but he does extremely bloody things.

"Brother, did I do it, or did you do it?"

Mo Fan looked at his green and white hands, with a relaxed look on his face.

The onlookers around him were extremely nervous, as if he was the one in deep crisis.

"If you want to cut off my hand, it depends on whether you have the ability."

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

Xiao Ergou pulled out the short knife from his waist and turned it into a whirlwind, arriving in front of him in the blink of an eye.

He was clumsy in stature, but very fast. Before anyone could react, the knife in his hand had already been chopped down.

Mo Fan was as good as him in fighting. If it was him in the past, he might have beaten him with one punch.

After having the system, his body has been improved, and he hit the opponent several times in a row, and found the opponent's flaw.

Xiao Ergou was very tall and his center of gravity was easily unstable. Mo Fan suddenly hit him on the waist and knocked him to the ground in an instant.

"Damn!"

Third Master Luo's face became gloomy. The person he trained with his own hands was defeated by a student. If it got out, there would be no room for his old face.

"Have all the things I taught you before gone into the dog's belly?"

As soon as Sanye Luo finished speaking, the little Ergou got up from the ground.

He knew that he could only win this battle, not lose, otherwise he would be of no use.

"what!"

He yelled, exhausted all his strength, and slammed heavily towards Mo Fan.

He heard a bang, and the stone next to him shattered and was smashed into a stone mill by him.

If this hits a person, even if he is not dead, he will lose half his life.

Wei Mingyuan was watching anxiously from afar. He looked around and saw the stick on the ground. Without any hesitation, he rushed forward with the stick in hand.

But before he got close to the opponent, he was kicked tightly on the chest, and was kicked out in an instant.

A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the ground, his vision became blurred, and his head was spinning.

Feng Xin helped him up, but found that his chest was sunken.

"Mingyuan, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just feel a little pain in my chest."

Wei Mingyuan said with a smile.

With such a smile, he touched the wound and coughed violently a few times.

"Cough cough cough..."

Blood flowed all over the floor, and I couldn't hold on on the spot. My mind went blank, and I didn't know anything next.

Feng Xin didn't have time to think too much, he lifted him up from the ground and carried him on his shoulders.

"You are here to help Mo Fan, I will send him to the hospital first."

"it is good!"

Chu Tianyi helped his eye sockets, and he took a fancy to a huge stone.

(End of this chapter)