The Tsundere Lover of the Double-Faced President

The night was ghostly and gloomy, not even a chirping of insects and birds sounded in the quiet and turbid air, and the stench of rotting corpses was brewing in the dead night.

In the corners of the old dilapidated factory, there are scattered piles of large oil barrels full of raw rust and black worms, accompanied by a slight flicker of light under a light bulb. The man with bloody skin and blood was escorted out by four burly men. Every step the man took, his legs would tremble violently uncontrollably, shaking his heart with the piercing sound of iron chains scraping against the concrete floor. Congestion oppresses suffocation.

Then, a young man with a novel airplane head, wearing a flowered shirt and holding a sandalwood folding fan walked slowly into the main factory with his legs shaking. A total of 24 followers on both sides were equipped with the most advanced weapons and equipment. The order quickly divided the two sides of the station, enclosing the room that was already small in space.

The moment everyone saw Mo Yan, they instinctively reacted and subconsciously held down the gun pinned to their waist. Their faces were serious and their eyes were determined. Every muscle in their body was unnaturally contracting and tense, as if they were facing an enemy.

"You are... Boss Mo?" The young man spoke frivolously.

Mo Yan gently raised his eyelids, his whole body was full of murderous aura, and the darts hidden in his cold and sharp expression seemed to be arrows pulled on a string, which could instantly wipe out all the people present in the blink of an eye.

The young man who spoke was surnamed Feng Mingbo, and he was the son of the old Dragon King.This person is as thin as a stick, with slender limbs and deformed appearance, as if he was not fully developed in the mother's womb. The whole face is crooked, and the pupils of his eyes are like needles. It looks even more creepy.

The old dragon king Feng Changlong had four children, the other three were women, but the second child, Feng Bo, was a boy.Therefore, even though he was the most useless, most useless, and most likely to cause trouble outside and let the old dragon king come to wipe his ass, he was deeply favored by Feng Changlong.

A layer of frost had formed on Mo Yan's face, and he looked as if he was not breathing or even venting heat. His majestic and tall body stood upright surrounded by the crowd, and he said in a low voice, "Take off the black cover."

A simple sentence uttered from Boss Mo's mouth became an irresistible order.

Feng Bo was obviously stunned by Mo Yan's majestic aura for two seconds, then grinned uglyly, he was not afraid of Mo Yan, he was not afraid of anyone, he didn't even know what fear was.It's not that Feng Bo has superb skills, means, courage, and life, it's just that he is so well protected by his father and has never seen a big scene at all.

He has only heard all kinds of bloody rumors about Mo Yan. There are so many scary and frightening news about bullies on the road, who knows which one is true and which one is false? This is just a rumor, even exaggerated without boundaries!

Feng Bo is not afraid of Mo Yan, but he is dark in his heart. He raised his hand to signal that he can take off the man's black mask, not because of Mo Yan's words, but because he wants your surname Mo to see, your subordinates , your people, your right-hand man, are nothing in Feng Bo's hands!Fight how you want, abuse how you want, life and death depend on my words!

Whoosh, the mask was lifted, revealing an unrecognizable face covered in blood, the left eye was even blinded, and the nose was crooked. His face was even more bruised and swollen.

Only his boss and his closest brothers could tell what he had become like this.

"Iron head!" Zhuo Fan saw that the brothers who used to work hard and enjoy life together with him in the past were tortured by others, and they were neither human nor ghost, so he couldn't help clenching his fists and wanted to rush forward, but was pulled by Lu San'er live.

Lu San'er whispered: "What did the elder brother say before you came here?"

The veins on Zhuo Fan's neck bulged and his throat choked, "...but...look at Iron Head, he..."

"Brother has his own measure," Lu San'er said calmly without changing his face.

Zhuo Fan angrily crushed his two teeth with blood in his mouth, wishing he could chew Feng Bo's bones and swallow them together.

Feng Bo opened the sandalwood folding fan and fanned it slightly, his face could not conceal his arrogance, "Hey, how did you become such a dog? Tsk tsk tsk, you are Boss Mo's capable general Tietou?"

While talking, Feng Bo couldn't help sighing twice, looked at Mo Yan and said mockingly: "Your subordinates are nothing more than that! You can't help but fight, I told them to be merciful, look, this is how to use three points of force. The guy just... hiss—the left eye must be blind!"

While Feng Bo kept provoking Mo Yan with provocative words, he carefully observed his expression in secret, step by step to explore his bottom line, his endurance, his endurance.

Unexpectedly, this person stood here from the beginning until now, no matter whether he took off the mask or not, he always has the same expression, always so calm and calm, his three-dimensional facial features are cool and handsome, but the one who makes people dare not look directly is Mo Yan's cold eyes.

"Little bastard, what do you want?" Zhuo Fan snapped.

Feng Bo glanced at Zhuo Fan with his cyan eyes that could barely see the black eyeballs, showing contempt without concealment, "What do I think? I should ask your boss Mo Yan about this, right?"

"You came here in person today, so naturally you heard about the good things your brother Tietou has done!" Feng Bo pointed to the bloody man next to him, his whole body was covered in flesh and his eyeballs were bulged, and he said, "He, who is in the middle of the shipment!" The private folder of white powder is being watched by the coast guard. Once this happens, no one will think about it in the future! Not to mention that the cargo of every ship will be routinely inspected by the police one by one in the future, it is this piece of sea Business people will be targeted by the police, Boss Mo, tell me, who should pay for this loss?"

Mo Yan's eyes were unfathomably deep like an abyss, the solidified frost pierced the bone marrow, and the rigid profile of his side face was coated with a layer of cold metallic light. Without any hurry, he slowly outlined Feng Bo's figure, and asked: "Where's your father?"

As soon as Feng Bo's father was mentioned, he began to swear, "Don't try to use my father to suppress me, let me tell you, here, I am the boss! Don't mention others!"

Mo Yan's eyes sparkled, and Feng Bo's reaction was bigger than he expected, so Mo Yan asked indifferently: "Here, can you make the decision?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense!" Feng Bo rolled his eyes, and they all turned white.

"Then it's much easier to handle," Mo Yan's lips curled into a mysterious and inconspicuous arc, exuding a ghostly wildness all over his body that makes people afraid to approach, "Are you sure it's an iron head?" What did you do?"

"He drove the boat, and the white powder was found from his boat. Could it be someone else..."

"Listen to my question," Mo Yan said loudly, "Are you sure, or not?"

The shaking folding fan in Feng Bo's hand stopped for a while, and he replied: "Definitely!"

Mo Yan raised his neck, motioning for them to let them go.

Feng Bo hesitated.

Mo Yan glanced at the person, "Why, you have so many men equipped with so many guns and ammunition, and you are still afraid of the three of us?"

"Afraid?" Feng Bo spat rudely, "I don't even know how to write this word!"

Mo Yan didn't speak, his face suddenly changed for no reason, he seemed to be able to imagine how he would use his three-inch tongue to humiliate this idiot if Gu Chen was here, "This sentence not only shows you Other farts besides ignorance can’t explain a single thing!”

Ximener, such a life-or-death moment would think of him who is funny and amused?Unknowingly, Gu Chen and Mo Yan seemed to have merged into one, and their thoughts and souls were drawn together.

Mo Yan: "If that's the case, let's loosen the ties. The four of them are so nervous all the time, it's really tiring."

Feng Bo swallowed his saliva and tapped the black wireless headset secretly plugged in his ear, and after hearing the knocking sound, he replied: Second Master, everything is normal outside.

Mo Yan didn't bring anyone over?Really only followed two?Why?Feng Bo looked at Mo Yan incredulously, and then looked at the shackles on Tietou's body. Even if he was beaten like this, he would not have the chance to escape without the chains, let alone the strength to resist.

So Feng Bo gently shook his folding fan, relying on the fact that there were many people on his side, well-equipped weapons, and all his people outside.

The four of them let go of their arms after receiving the order. It was very difficult for them to walk due to the internal bleeding from the iron head, but they would not show their weak side in front of his boss. He knew that the weakest men Boss Mo looked down on the most.Tie Tou gritted his teeth, limped, and there was no pain on his face, just walking straight up to Mo Yan with tenacity.

"Boss."

Feng Bo swiped open the folding fan and said, "I've given it to you too, so don't you have to give me a decent explanation for the second master?"

When everyone held their breath and gathered at one point and waited for Mo Yan to open the golden mouth, Mo Yan suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand as fast as lightning and pulled out a machete from Zhuo Fan's waist. The mouth was extremely sharp in the dark Shining brightly in the light.

Feng Bo and the others were terrified. They were so shocked that they drew their guns before they could load the bullets. Mo Yan raised the knife and dropped it. One of Iron Head's arms was cut off in the air, and a hot blood mixed with a disgusting bloody smell sprayed out. On Mo Yan's face.

"what--"

No matter how strong and stubborn the gangster was when he encountered the pain of a broken arm, he couldn't bear the pain and couldn't help howling, and there was only such a voice, and the iron head immediately shut up, his face was flushed, and a layer of cold sweat floated on his forehead. The biting lip was bleeding, but he didn't utter another word.

Not only Feng Bo, but also the bodyguards around him were dumbfounded. Even Lu Saner Zhuo Fan, who was following behind him, was dumbfounded.

Rows of neatly arranged black gun barrels were all pointed at Mo Yan's head. If there was a gun in the middle, he would be dead.

Bang, Mo Yan calmly threw the bloody knife on the ground, and there were two crisp sounds in the dead silence.