drowning tide

"Give it a few more days, and I'm also thinking of a way... What? I'm sure there is a way, as long as you can wait a few more days... Well, that's it, I still have something to do, I'll call you next time."

The flattering smile disappeared from his face, Mo Zhengya hung up the phone angrily, and then pressed the power off button.

Mo Xinya disappeared, and his life was not much easier: six batches of goods sank into the sea, the funds could not be returned, the business could not be continued at all, and besides, he owed tens of millions of huge usury loans.

Now these creditors didn't do too much for his father Mo Yixun's sake, but if he still couldn't pay the interest on time next month, he didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Distraught, he kicked an empty bottle—

Women are the most sensitive to the smell of money in the entertainment venue. In just a few days, several mothers who had flattered him kicked him out of their core customer circle one after another. The only pastime he has now is to drink, and when he gets drunk, he doesn't have to think about these crap things that are about to overwhelm him.He took off his coat and loosened his tie. Every day, he only felt a little peace when he returned to the bedroom, but today he was keenly aware of something wrong.

Has anyone come in?He recalled that all the way he came in, the security system of the house was operating normally, and there was no trace that did not belong to him. If he thought about it this way, he should be too stressed and careless.

The hazy night shrouded his bedroom, and the light in the living room turned a corner in the corridor, barely enough for him to see clearly that there seemed to be a spherical object on his bed. The outline of this object was irregular, and he didn't pay much attention to it. He touched the switch on the wall and pressed it.

The moment the light came on, he felt a huge hammer hit his temple and chest at the same time.

His head was buzzing, he couldn't hear anything other than his rough breathing, and his chest was throbbing, making him think he was going to have a heart attack.

What lay on his bed was either a model or something, but a human head, a human head without the support of its neck and torso.

The italian food he ate that night swelled in his stomach and then came up, and he tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late, and he threw up a mess of red and green filth on the floor, smelling bad The foul smell, and he could see the hideous and terrifying head as soon as he looked up.

A puddle of sticky black blood flowed out from the cut of his neck, spreading all over his expensive silk quilt, and his facial features were distorted into an unimaginable posture on his swollen, dead white face, especially the eyes, the white part of which was stained. It turned into mottled blood red, and there was a gloomy death in the cloudy irises, silently cursing everyone who dared to look at it.

Mo Zhengya vomited out all the contents in his stomach, he wanted to scream, he wanted to cover his horrible eyes and throw it into the fire, he wanted to kill everyone involved with this matter...

Just a human head is not enough to deter him, what really deters him is that the owner of this head is someone he knows.

Tang Gaozhuo's head was placed in the middle of his bed in such a big way, so would it be his turn next?

Driven by this wordless terror, Mo Zhengya did the one thing he could do so far, he closed the bedroom door, turned around and ran.

After all, he is still old and has been addicted to female sex all year round. Being so frightened, his fragile heart is beating in his chest, and it may burst at any time.

What kind of person can do such a terrible thing?A name came to his lips, no, it couldn't be this person, it couldn't be.

Why is it impossible?There was an evil gleam in his eyes, because the man was dead, absolutely.

It was true that he wanted to give Mo Xinya to an old man to fill in the house. He really found an old man with such a habit, and he wanted to give him his own sister.

While doing this, he didn't avoid Mo Xinya at all, he knew that she would definitely ask someone for help, and that person would only be Luo Yi.

In order to achieve his goal, he pretended to inadvertently leave a loaded pistol to that stupid woman, Mo Xinya, and lied to her that there were no bullets in the gun.

From what he knew about his sister, she would definitely be irritated by the child she gave birth to, and then pull the trigger—a similar thing happened when she was a child, and in a rage, she picked up their father's pistol and fired it at him The trigger, fortunately she was not strong enough, missed it due to the recoil.

"You're all dead... don't hang around anymore."

Luo Yi was already dead, and it was impossible for a ghost to crawl out of hell to take revenge. He was panting heavily, dripping with cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

When he managed to calm down a bit, another question came to his mind——

How on earth did this human head appear in his bedroom?Thinking about how those people got in by bypassing his bodyguards and expensive security system, he felt that the mansion was no longer safe either.

He is going to a place where he can hide, and he has to leave here immediately!He must leave!

The moment he stepped out of the room, someone covered his mouth from behind.He has learned fighting and grappling, but the opponent is definitely a professional. The iron-like arms firmly grasped him, preventing him from breaking free. Soon he felt that he was going to faint.

The owner of these arms dragged him to the garage, and the surveillance cameras along the way were silent as if they were dead. Several times he wondered if he would die of suffocation.

"Okay, He Kun, don't kill Mr. Mo."

After letting go of his arms, Mo Zhengya immediately bent down in embarrassment, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

In less than half an hour, he experienced a drastic change that many people have never encountered in his life. He breathed desperately until the oxygen refilled his lungs, and he had no time to think about whether the voice was a little too familiar .

"Mr. Mo, we meet again."

This time it was no longer suspicious, Mo Zhengya suddenly raised his head, "It's you."

God knows that just these two words took all his strength. He looked at this handsome young man in horror. If someone who didn't know saw it, they might think that he had seen a ghost.

For a long time, he only thought that the young man in front of him was a beautiful pet raised by his nephew on a whim, but looking at it now, after all, the blood of the Luo family flowed from his body, and he was as cruel as his nephew.

"It's me, otherwise who do you think it is? Luo Yi?"

Yi Huai gestured to He Kun, and He Kun immediately started groping around him.

The dim light in the garage barely illuminated half of his bright face, while the other half was immersed in darkness, cold and gloomy.

He Kun found the car key in Mo Zhengya's pocket and threw it to Yi Huai.

"Ferrari, Mr. Mo, your preferences are really vulgar." Yi Huai played with the car keys in his hand, "But it's more than enough for you."

In this terrifying atmosphere, Mo Zhengya vaguely guessed what he was going to do, "You...where are you taking me?"

"Aren't you very clear?" Yi Huai laughed, with the same crazy paranoid look and expression as Luo Yi, "Go to hell, do you want to go?"

"You're crazy..." Mo Zhengya felt chills all over his body, and his teeth chattered unceasingly.

"Sorry, I was just joking with you. He Kun, do me a favor."

Yi Huai shrugged, found the red sports car, opened the door and got in, and He Kun tied up Mo Zhengya's hands and feet and threw them into the trunk and got into the car.

"Fasten your seatbelts, we're on our way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the clutch, and this sports car worth tens of millions rushed out like an arrow off the string.

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The red Ferrari parked casually on the side of the road, ignoring traffic regulations.

This is a coastal road, Yi Huai is blowing the salty sea breeze, watching He Kun bring the dying Mo Zhengya out of the trunk.

After the few incidents just now, Mo Zhengya's mind was already in a trance, and he was at the mercy of He Kun like a wooden man until he saw the blood-stained box in Yi Huai's hand.

Thinking of what this box had contained, his stomach was churning—everything that could be vomited out, and the rest was probably only gastric juice and bile.

He watched Yi Huai pull up his left hand, hold one of his fingers and look at it carefully, and the cold shivering climbed along the spinal cord until it reached the brain.

"Mr. Mo, offended."

Yi Huai pulled out the dagger from the old leather sheath, and under Mo Zhengya's frightened and shocked eyes, cut off the little finger of his left hand up to the root.

Plop, something fell into the box, and then there was the sound of dripping water, because He Kun covered Mo Zhengya's mouth from behind in time, so Mo Zhengya's scream was stuck in his throat, All that could come out was a distorted whimper.

Yi Huai wiped the dagger clean with a soft cloth, and put it back into the leather sheath—he never thought that the first time the dagger that Uncle Chen killed himself saw blood on such an occasion.

"Stop the bleeding, don't make him dizzy."

He Kun silently cleaned up Mo Zhengya's wound.

The severed finger twitched slightly in the pool of blood. Yi Huai looked at it twice and found it really disgusting, so he closed the lid of the box anyway.

"What do you want this for?"

"Take it back to make special products."

He Kun didn't say who would like such a wicked specialty product, and Yi Huai wouldn't answer his question either.

The place where the severed finger was bleeding basically stopped, although it was still twitching in pain, but Mo Zhengya's spirit finally returned to normal, "You... what are you going to do again?"

"I am a person who pays attention to vengeance. If you instructed Tang Gaozhuo to want me to become addicted to drugs, I will retaliate equally."

The cold liquid pushed into Mo Zhengya's blood vessels, the pain disappeared, and infinite happiness and dreams slowly rose from the crevices of his body.

Yi Huai's tone changed, with a bit of coaxing, "Run away, the farther the better, don't let me catch you, or you will die."

He stuffed the car keys into Mo Zhengya's hand, helped him sit on the driver's seat, and closed the car door for him.

Mo Zhengya's expression gradually changed from frightened to dull, "Run away..."

"Yes, run away, run away from me quickly, as long as you run away, you will be safe."

This Ferrari crookedly left Yi Huai's sight, and would never come back.

Yi Huai didn't say how they were going to go back, but just looked up at the chaotic night without stars.

During the day, the weather forecast said that another typhoon was going to pass here, so the wind became stronger and stronger after nightfall, and there would probably be heavy rain soon.

Before the first bolt of lightning fell, a Porsche stopped in front of them, the window was lowered, revealing the driver's handsome face, "Beauty, do you want a ride?"

Yi Huai showed a fleeting smile, "Handsome guy, your way of striking up a conversation is really rude."

His voice was so weak that even he couldn't detect it, Nie Xicheng frowned, and his tone became serious, "Get in the car, I'll take you back."