Quick Transmigration is always taken care of

Mo Yuan, who has his own nightlife, had no plans to stay overnight, so he left after talking with An Lanyu. An Lanyu wished that he would leave quickly. Yuan, he felt that it would take some time to get along with Mo Yuan freely.

For An Lanyu, life in this world is very peaceful, there is no trouble, no worries, An Lanyu is very satisfied, he optimistically thinks that it should be like this in the next few years, great, happy!

In a wilderness in the outskirts, several men were pressed to the ground by several people in strong clothes, and several cars were parked beside them.The subdued men cursed and looked angry. A car drove by not far away. The man with a scar on his face who was suppressed was very excited when he saw the car, "Fuck you, Mo Yuan, you son of a bitch!" Do you want to annex other gangs before you even grow hair? I will kill you!"

The car door opened silently, and Mo Yuan, who was dressed in formal attire, got out of the car. He stared blankly at the few people who started to scold him.

Walking in front of Chen He, the scarred man who scolded the most, he raised his foot and stepped on Chen He's face on the ground, his custom-made handmade leather shoes were stained with nosebleeds.Mo Yuan looked down at Chen He who was still wriggling and cursing, and raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile.

"Chen He, you know why I deal with you. Assassinate me, rob my goods, rob my partners, if you say I don't care about you, what will my brothers and I eat? Do you drink northwest wind?" , Mo Yuan kicked Chen He in the face, Chen He was also stubborn, and forcibly held back a scream.

"The Double Knife Society in the imperial capital may not be the leader, but other forces will not become uncrowned kings. Why, you think I have a group to launder money and you think I want to launder the white? So you can unscrupulously steal my business from the underworld? The Mo family came from the underworld , has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, it won’t turn white now, and it won’t in the future!” Mo Yuan took the gun handed over by his subordinates, aiming the black muzzle at Chen He’s head.

"Hahaha, Mo Zaizi, if you kill me, my people won't let you go! The people behind me won't either! No matter how powerful you are, can you fight against the country? Just wait for your death!" Chen He died imminently. Still rampant, Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows and shot him down.

Brain blood flowed all over the floor, and some splashed on his shoes.

"Kill them all." Mo Yuan blew on the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, the smell of gunpowder always calmed him down.

When he turned around, several gunshots killed several of Chen He's subordinates, and the ground was soon stained red with blood.

The author has something to say: I didn't update yesterday because I couldn't write a word when I looked at my phone...

My mind is empty, I suddenly can't write any plots or characters, what's wrong with me? ?_?