[ABO] Man of the Year in Class One and Three

When Mo Nanguo woke up, he was lying on an old bed. He sat up suddenly, feeling a tingling pain in his arm, and there was the sound of metal colliding with his movements.

He lowered his head and looked, his clothes were still there, but his shoes were gone. There was an iron ring on his smooth ankle, and a long iron chain was tied to it. The sound of metal clashing came from it. I stretched out my hand and tried to pull it. The iron chain was very strong.

Mo Nanguo rolled up his sleeves and looked at his arm. With a little light, he could see a tiny needle hole on it.

He put down his sleeves and looked at this place. This room is very dilapidated. It may be in some abandoned building. The windows are all nailed up. The room is a little dark. His stomach is empty and his body has no strength. The sun was shining brightly. It seemed that he had been tied to this place for at least one morning. The other party tied him like a dog, obviously he was not a good person.

Mo Nanguo remembered what Lao Mo had said before, that city A has not been peaceful recently.

Thinking of this, he felt more at ease. Lao Mo probably knew who this group of people belonged to. Since he disappeared, Lao Mo and his father would definitely look for him.

Right now, the problem that bothers him the most is the needle hole. It is obvious that someone injected him with something.

poison? ***?

He was recalling the harmful potions he had read in the book one by one. The door of the room opened, and two tall men came in. The leader of the man looked about 30 years old and looked very vicious, with a cross scar on his forehead. , but he was wearing a formal suit, as if he was going to a banquet. Mo Nanguo saw a bulge on his waist. He guessed that it should be a gun. The man behind him was also very formally dressed, but his expression was very wretched. Then he looked playful, "Are you awake?"

Mo Nanguo looked at him vigilantly, and subconsciously used his peripheral vision to look around for anything to defend himself, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The cross-scarred man came over and pinched his neck. Mo Nanguo had to raise his head, holding the hand pinching his neck with both hands and trying to pull his hand away, but unfortunately he didn't have this man The strength is great.

When the man with the cross scar saw him unable to resist, he remembered something and smiled cruelly. Break his hands away.

"Mo Dakong, Yan Qifeng, and Heqiao have ruined our hard work, and I will destroy theirs too." The more painful Mo Nanguo's expression is, the happier he will be. "If you want to blame, blame yourself for not being reincarnated." Coincidentally, the surname is Mo."

Seeing that the man with the cross scar was about to strangle Mo Nanguo to death, the wretched man hurried up to stop him, "Boss, don't kill him, we have to sell him for a good price."

"Cough...cough..."

When the man with the cross scar heard his hand let go, Mo Nanguo lay on the bed and coughed, covering his neck, his head buzzing, and his eyes darkened.

"I'll leave him to you. I'll be ready to go in a while. I'll go and see the other one." The cross-scarred man explained to the wretched man, then turned and left.

The wretched man looked at Mo Nanguo excitedly, went up to help him straighten his back twice, and pretended to persuade him kindly, "As long as you cooperate with us obediently, you might survive."

Mo Nanguo tried to calm his breathing. He felt a little strange in his body.

The wretched man reached out to touch the fingerprints on his neck, and Mo Nanguo knocked his hand off. The wretched man was not angry, but instead found him very attractive looking at his current appearance. It's hard, it hurts me to see it, don't worry, some customers like you with a tough temper, and you are more sensitive in bed."

Mo Nanguo didn't bother to pay attention to his lewd words, and silently reached out to grab the necklace around his neck, and felt relieved when he touched the ring.

Seeing his movements and the ring around his neck, the wretched man seemed to think of something, "Oh, it's still a mandarin duck. Let me guess, is it Yan Qifeng's son?"

Mo Nanguo knew people like them, and the more he talked to him, the more he became more energetic, but he just moved his body away from him, and the sound of metal clashing was heard again in the room.

……

Tan Feng kicked open the door. There were only photos on the wall and a broken table. There were a few medical records on the table. The medical records were written as Mo Nanguo, and there was no one in the room.

Lao Mo looked at the photos on the wall with a sullen face. Many of them belonged to Mo Nanguo, Yan Zihe, and even Pei Qinghai.

The clenched hand was getting harder and harder, and the joints were making noises. Lao Mo raised his leg and kicked over the table, his words seemed to be squeezed through his teeth, "Old Tan, call Yan Qifeng."

When Yan Qifeng received Tan Feng's call, he was mobilizing manpower. As soon as Mo Nanguo disappeared, Yan Zihe hurried to the police station to look for him.

"I see. I received a tip last night that they are going to hold a big auction in an underground casino. Huang Li may show up. I will send you the address." Yan Qifeng looked at the ring on his right hand. Bridge, said to Tan Feng on the phone, "Do me a favor."

Yan Zihe stood aside with an anxious expression on his face, clenched his fists repeatedly, and kept rubbing the ring on his ring finger with his fingers.

……

Mo Nanguo felt his heart beating faster and faster, and the strength in his body seemed to be slowly drained. He couldn't help but clutch his clothes tightly, and his breathing was hot.

"Do you know what was injected into you?" The wretched man was very satisfied to see him like this. Mo Nanguo is very beautiful, and his face of patience and panting can make any man hard. Going to the auction, he really wanted to have a good time first, "It's a medicine that makes Omega go into heat immediately, do you feel very excited, huh?"

Mo Nanguo avoided his hand, trying to keep himself sane.

The wretched man took out a handkerchief soaked in medicine and covered his mouth and nose. Mo Nanguo, who was weak, couldn't struggle with him at all.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The sound of chains falling to the ground sounded in the room, and the wretched man walked out with Mo Nanguo in his arms.

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