Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Yu Mo's hand on the wheelchair trembled slightly, subconsciously clenched.

He looked back silently and looked at Sun Wen who was standing behind him with a solemn expression. He seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth several times, and finally closed it again, showing a knowing smile.

Yu Mo had never shown this smile in front of others.

clear, kind...

And that so-called demon, the executioner, is at odds with it.

"Now..."

"You and I are the same kind of people..."

The Confucian scholar pushed Yu Mo away, and only Yu Mo's sigh was left in the room, which seemed to echo.

Sun Wen took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, watching Yu Sheng's figure walk out of the headquarters of Jin Yuanbao Group.

As if aware of Sun Wen's gaze, Yu Sheng stood at the entrance of the group, suddenly stopped, raised his head, and looked high into the sky.

Obviously the distance between the two is extremely long, and there is a layer of glass between them, but Sun Wen has a feeling that Yu Sheng...has seen himself.

Yu Sheng turned around, like a javelin, standing in place, motionless, as if waiting for something.

On the other hand, Sun Wen solemnly arranged his expensive suit in front of the window, smiled brightly at Yu Sheng, and waved.

Yu Sheng still maintained his calm, but left silently with the strong man.

In the spacious conference room, only Sun Wen was left alone.

At this moment, Sun Wen seemed to have removed some kind of disguise, his whole body lost strength, and he sat limply on the sofa, and the smile on his face gradually began to become bitter.

"sorry..."

"It's hard for you to take the initiative to trust someone, and in this world, among the few people you can trust, there is one... who lied to you."

"perhaps..."

Sun Wen was a little dazed, and didn't continue to speak, but his eyes became more and more red, and finally he closed his eyes slowly, letting a tear fall from the corner of his eyes.

After about half an hour, Sun Wen took a deep breath, as if waking up from a deep sleep, and the whole person also recovered the overbearing temperament.

"Convene all the shareholders of the group for a meeting!"

"In the next year, I demand that, at all costs, all large enterprises owned by the human race be annexed!"

"It's all!!!"

"As long as there is resistance, I will use my identity as the Financial Secretary to suppress it."

Sun Wen took out his mobile phone, found a string of numbers and called them!

As his voice fell, streaks of golden light in the air that were hard to see with the naked eye were constantly pouring into his body.

The energy in his body is increasing every minute and every second!

The only thing that is not clear...

Just in this one year, how bad Sun Wen's word of mouth will be!

The common people can still make their voices heard in the forums. When these powerful bosses get angry, the impact on public opinion can be described as a tsunami!

……

"Actually, I just lied."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Yu Mo stopped at the entrance of the headquarters of Jin Yuanbao Group, suddenly looked at Confucian scholars, and said.

It's just that Confucian scholars don't seem to care about everything about Yu Mo, and just nodded perfunctorily.

Fortunately, Yu Mo has long been accustomed to the attitude of Confucian scholars, his eyes were a little dull, and he murmured to himself: "I said before..."

"As long as you don't want to, no one in the human race will force you to die..."

"Ha ha..."

"But I've driven too many people to their deaths."

"Some have been buried in the ground, some can't even find their bones, and some... are on their way to death."

"Even what I said just now is tantamount to forcing Sun Wen to die."

"I'm the one that's...really disgusting."

"Even I myself sometimes look back on it and find it...disgusting."

"You said... am I damned."

Yu Mo smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked at the Confucian scholar.

Perhaps, in the entire human race, only Confucian scholars, who are completely brainless, are suitable as the target of my confession.

Some things, accumulated in the bottom of my heart for too long, will make me sick.

"It's okay, you are dead, I will bring you back to life."

"As long as I meditate seriously."

The Confucian scholar said solemnly.

"Ha ha..."

"Sometimes, I really envy you, living carefree until one day, you die suddenly."

"But at least in the second before death, you are happy."

Yu Mo's smile became more bitter, and he sighed softly.

The Confucian scholar was a little puzzled: "I'm not going to die, at worst, I can just re-meditate myself."

"Then let me ask you a question."

"If you won't die, why are you afraid when you encounter danger?"

"When facing that strong man in Sin City, he will hide."

"You won't die anyway, what are you afraid of?"

Yu Mo shook his head with a smile, and asked back.

The Confucian scholar was stunned, standing where he was, thinking about this question seriously.