Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

Unkind eyes came, Zhu Mo remained calm as usual.

After all, you will see a lot of blood today, so you don't have to worry about blood splashing on your clothes if you wear a red dress.

"Let me confirm, this should be Hu Chou... No, Mr. Hu Xu's mourning hall, right?"

"Him, it's really easy for me to find." Zhu Mo tightened his tie and turned his neck.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, it was a bit too sudden.

Wasn't it clear that he was making trouble by making rude remarks at someone's funeral?

"Don't get excited, I'm Hu Chou's good friend. I heard that his younger brother passed away, so I came here to see him."

As he said that, regardless of everyone's eyes, he led Zhou Lu to walk in without haste.

It wasn't until Zhu Mo stepped in with one foot that everyone came back to their senses and rushed forward to block the door.

They stared at Zhu Mo fiercely.

Where did he come to express his condolences? He was wearing a red dress and swearing. It was obvious that he was here to provoke trouble and mess things up!

Coming here to make trouble, I have to admire the courage of this young man.

Under Hu Chou's bewildered gaze, Zhu Mo and Zhou Lu still moved forward and passed him naturally.

Zhu Mo elegantly pinched the white flower at the neckline with two fingers.

He threw the white flower in his hand on the ground casually, and lowered his head slightly to the photo in front of him.

This series of operations is confusing.

When the people outside the door saw this and were about to rush in, they were stopped by Hu Chou raising his hand.

"Which one are you?"

"Zhu Mo." With a smile, he bowed slightly to Hu Chou.

Normal people think this bow is a normal etiquette, to let the family members of the deceased mourn.

But Zhu Mo didn't think so in his heart, this bow was for the dead.

"Sorry, I don't seem to know you."

Hu Chou got closer, looked Zhu Mo up and down, and said in a slightly angry tone, "But isn't it inappropriate for you to come to my brother's funeral in this suit?"

"No, it's quite appropriate."

"Brother, why are you talking nonsense with him? I'll kill him."

If it wasn't for Hu Chou's questioning, Hu Chen on the side would have wanted to drag Zhu Mo out and beat him up.

"I came here in this suit to kill me."

With one hand on his waist, Zhu Mo looked at Hu Chou coldly, with a hint of chill in his voice.

Hearing Zhu Mo's words, Hu Chou sneered aloud, just when he was about to say some nonsense, such as you are overestimated and don't want to live, when he dullly noticed a touch of silver on Zhu Mo's waist.

"It's so boring, it's a bitch, causing trouble in my elder brother's mourning hall, I'll kill him..."

Boom!

A bang resounded throughout the mourning hall.

Hu Chou, who had been dealing with "guns" all his life not long after he was born, couldn't stop Zhu Mo either.

He draws the gun, pulls the safety, takes aim, and pulls the trigger in a series of operations without delay. If he completes this operation in a very short time, it is estimated that he will not be able to do it without practicing marksmanship for 50 years.

But the young man in front of him did it, and he did it so cleanly and easily.

Of course he didn't know that Zhu Mo had the weapon max skill.

"about you..."

Hu Chen had a big hole between his eyebrows, his pupils had shrunk, and he hit the floor heavily.

Blood gushed out, and a pool of bright red blood instantly appeared on the ground.

"kill!"

The sound of fighting suddenly sounded, and the Red Sword mercenaries outside the door took out their belongings and poured into the mourning hall like a tide.

"Ahhh... Ah Chen."

Hu Chou opened his mouth wide, distraught, and let out a cry of grief.

"Ah Chen! My younger brother...kill! Kill them, chop them into meat, and give him the ashes!"

Zhu Mo calmly walked to Hu Xu's coffin, cleaned the white flowers on the ground, and sat down on it.

He took out a soft pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one and put it in his mouth.

The fastidious Zhou Lu stepped forward to block the wind with his hands, and stood in front of Zhu Mo after lighting his cigarette.

Facing this group of people, there is no sign of retreating in his eyes, and he still has a hippie smile.

Swish!

At this moment, there was a sudden zipper-like sound at the door.

Everyone looked back, only to see three masked people blocking the door, and they also pulled the double doors shut.

"Kill them!"

The Red Sword mercenaries were divided into two groups and rushed forward.

The battle was about to break out, and Zhou Lu, who stood in front of Zhu Mo, was like an iron wall, preventing anyone from getting close to Zhu Mo.

Heidao, Hongyan, and Lanxiong also tortured and killed these mercenaries.

In the face of their toughness, these miscellaneous fish are vulnerable.

Streams of fresh blood sprayed on the wall like red ink, coquettishly and beautifully like blooming red flowers.

The whistling sound of waving the sharp weapon in his hand, the wailing sound of being attacked, and the clank sound of the sharp weapon colliding all came to Zhu Mo's ears clearly.

But even in the face of such a chaotic scene, he still sat on the coffin calmly and swallowed the clouds.

"Ah... Damn it, why are these people so strong. Shoot them to death."

bouncing...

Under the continuous gunfire, it was the red sword mercenary who fell down.

Zhu Mo found out that among Mo Wei's current members, Hongyan was the most hostile.

After observation, it seems that Hongyan solved the most people.

His whole body was stained with blood, enjoying the slaughter like a cultivator.

There was a cruel smile on the flaming red lips exposed under half of the mask.

"It seems... Hongyan can be cultivated into a killing machine in the future."

A sob sounded in my ear.

Zhu Mo noticed that not far away, there was a woman who was about the same age as himself, and her face was pale from fright, curled up behind the wreath.

Covering his mouth, he looked outside in horror, too scared to make a sound.

Sensing that Zhu Mo's gaze was on her, she raised her head and looked at the handsome man in front of her in horror.

Zhu Mo exhaled a puff of thick smoke, turned his head sideways, with a faint smile on his face, and bent his palms down towards the woman.

The woman leaned back slightly with her elbows on the floor in fright, and looked at Zhu Mo with pleading eyes.

"Come here, don't be afraid." The smile on Zhu Mo's face was even more kind.

She was shocked, and then put on a flattering smile, and crawled up to Zhu Mo like a bereaved dog.

"Why are you hiding there?" Zhu Mo asked softly.

"Good, soon."

"What?" The woman didn't understand what Zhu Mo meant.

Something cold sticks to my scalp, I want to look up to find out...

boom!

White smoke rose slowly from the muzzle of the gun.

The woman lay quietly at Zhu Mo's feet.

In just one cigarette, the whole room smelled of blood, making people sick.

In the end, only dozens of people were left to protect Hu Chou, surrounded by Mo Wei and Zhou Lu.

Hong Yan bloodthirstyly licked the blood from her mouth, and put the blood-stained thin knife in front of her body, and walked slowly towards Hu Chou and the others.

The eyes of the few remaining people were full of horror.

If you underestimate Hongyan at first, you don't think this thin woman has any lethality.

But after Hongyan killed all directions, she became the most terrifying existence in the eyes of everyone.

Zhu Mo picked up his pistol and walked over, blocking the red smoke with one hand.

Seeing Zhu Mo reaching out to stop him, the tyranny in Hong Yan's eyes dissipated instantly.