Reborn with wealth that rivals the country

Inside the cell.

When Chen Mo was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, there was a noise outside.

Squeak~~~~

The cell door was opened.

A group of big men outside pushed a man in and closed the cell door.

"let me out!!!"

"I am the apostle of the Foundation!!!"

"Are you people from the Blood Shadow Palace trying to rebel?"

"Let me out!!!"

However, no one criticized him.

After struggling at the door for a while, Michelle gave up completely, collapsed on the ground in despair, and actually started crying.

Growing up, he had never suffered such grievances.

But when he turned around...

Michelle and Chen Mo's eyes met.

Michelle: "..."

Chen Mo: "..."

An hour ago, Michelle was still mocking and sarcastic Chen Mo, but now he has become the same prisoner as Chen Mo.

Seeing the mocking smile on Chen Mo's face, Michelle couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Her feet could almost dig out two rooms and one living room.

"Here we come, brother." Chen Mo said with a joking smile.

"That...that...I..."

Michelle hesitated for a long time without saying a word.

"Needless to say, you must have been roped in as a player candidate by the Terror Company."

"You are so lucky!"

Chen Mo gave a thumbs up.

Michelle is so angry!

"Are you qualified to accuse me? It is estimated that the whole of Daxia now knows that the White Dragon King is dead! From today on, you will no longer find this person!"

Chen Mo heard this, thought for a moment, and nodded: "If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten that this happened."

"You also cut my daughter's neck with a knife, right?"

With that said, Chen Mo stood up and twisted his joints with murderous intent on his face.

"You...don't come here!"

"I...I have learned kung fu! I am very powerful! Ah fight~~"

Michelle made a pose in an attempt to scare Chen Mo away.

boom!

Chen Mo punched Michelle in the abdomen. Michelle's body sank, vomiting a mouthful of blood, and unconsciously knelt on the ground.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Chen Mo punched him one after another, making Michelle scream and scream.

"Kill people, kill people!!!"

"Help!!!"

In the end, Michelle was beaten until she was lying on the ground, unable to move.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The first apostle of the foundation was crying like a 200-pound child in front of Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't kill Michelle because it was still useful to keep him.

"If you don't want to die, tell me what the hell is this god game?"

Chen Mo put one foot on Michelle's face and asked lightly.

"The God Game was invented by Mr. Terror as a game to sacrifice to the gods."

"To put it bluntly, it's a battle royale game."

"The rules of the god game are different every year, so even I have no way of knowing what the rules of this year's game are."

"Looking at the way the Horrible Man has half his foot in the coffin, this old lunatic must be trying to play the most spectacular game of gods in history."

"In ordinary games of God, the mortality rate is as high as 90%. In this one... I'm afraid if only a few people can survive, that would be good."

Speaking of this, Michelle seemed to think of something terrible, and her body began to tremble.

"Where did you get this information?" Chen Mo continued to ask.

He must ensure the accuracy of the message.

"In fact, the God Game is broadcast live on the network of members within our foundation every year."

"Members within the foundation can spend an annual subscription fee of 100 million to subscribe and watch. If you spend 1 billion, you can also watch it live."

"Horror Gongguang makes one trillion yuan in revenue every year just by relying on this divine game."

Michelle said.

"How much do you know about the so-called auditions in a few days?" Chen Mo said.

"Everyone's audition content is different, but those who fail the audition will die on the spot."

"Chen Mo, I...I think we should cooperate now and find a way to pass the God Game."

"As long as you pass the God Game, not only can you survive, but the Horrible Lord will also grant the winner a wish."

Michelle said.

"Sorry, I can't trust you."

Chen Mo kicked Michelle in the face and continued to lie on the bed to rest.

Poor Michelle was so bruised and swollen that she could only lie curled up on a haystack full of bugs and rats.

The other side.

After Leng Feng returned to the palace, he brought Gong Ziyuan and everyone a piece of news like a bolt from the blue:

Chen Mo was shot to death on the high seas, and his body was burnt to the point of leaving nothing left.

When Gong Ziyuan heard the news, she fainted.

Xiong Yifei, Song Ziyan and others didn't go anywhere, they all burst into tears.

After Chen Mo's parents learned the news, they rushed to the hospital ward in Imperial Capital overnight to visit Gong Ziyuan.

Gong Ziyuan threw herself into Mother Chen's arms and cried sadly: "Auntie, I'm sorry... wu wu wu... I didn't take good care of Brother Mo..."

She regretted it so much!

Why not marry Chen Mo earlier?

Why didn't you give your body to Chen Mo earlier?

If she had given up those ridiculous traditional concepts, she might have given birth to several children for Chen Mo by now!

In this case, she would not have the dignity to meet Chen Mo's parents after the Chen family was exterminated.

Although Mother Chen was deeply saddened, she still held back and comforted Gong Ziyuan: "Good child, it has nothing to do with you..."

"It's my poor son's fate..."

"It's not your fault..."

As she talked, Mother Chen couldn't help crying.

at the same time.

A piece of news quickly spread throughout Daxia and even the world.

"Shocked. The first king of Great Xia, the White Dragon King, died on the high seas. Not even the dregs of his body were left!"

"Chen Mo was killed by a gangster, let us review his glorious life!"

"White Dragon King, let's go!"

"The White Dragon King devoted himself to serving the country and the people. He risked bankruptcy and even his life many times to engage in commercial wars for Daxia. He never failed, but he ended up with such a miserable end."

All major news channels and television stations are rushing to report Chen Mo's death.

On the Internet, countless netizens have had heated discussions on this:

"If Chen Mo hadn't united with several wealthy families to rescue the market, hundreds of thousands of us Hong Kong people would have starved to death by now."

"Hongxing Supermarket killed foreign supermarkets, and Hongxing Security Group took away 90% of the shares of foreign high-end security groups. He also created our own fast food brand, music player, and chat software... , how could such a person die?"

"Remember that food war? If it hadn't been for the White Dragon King, I'm afraid we would have ended up like the Fire Nation."

"..."

Everyone is recalling Chen Mo's life and the contribution this great businessman made to Daxia.

That night, netizens spontaneously organized activities to commemorate Chen Mo in major forums and chat groups: "Farewell to the Dragon King, the people of Daxia will always remember you."

This sentence was all over the screen this night...