C55 His Heart Was Dead!
C55 His Heart Was Dead!
Number 8's eyes were filled with despair. She was dragged up from the second floor to the fourth floor. Along the way, she met a lot of people, but those people coldly ignored her cries for help.
Why?
Why can they be so cold, why won't they save me, just because I'm a woman of the City?
Number Eight was crying nonstop. Even though he was in despair, Number Eight was unwilling to let his clean body, which he had persisted in for more than twenty years, be sullied by others just like that.
If he really couldn't resist, then perhaps death was the best way to free himself!
Suddenly, a person's face flashed through her mind. This was a frivolous and unbridled face. Many times, he would appear beside her like a guardian deity.
Will he come again this time?
Probably not.
Even the scorpions ignored her cries for help. No matter how capable that person was, he wouldn't repeat it again and again because he was a masseuse who offended the guests at the bathing area.
Thinking of this, a wave of bitterness surged in Number Eight's heart.
Looking at the woman below him, he chuckled and said, "Little girl, don't worry. I won't treat you unfairly. As long as you behave, I promise I'll give you a generous reward."
"I don't want it, please let me go!"
Marco had blond hair and blue eyes that made him look like a relative of some foreign royal family.
Ma Ke extended a finger and shook it. With a smile, he said, "No no no. If I let you go, what should I do? Who's going to help me catch fire? "
"Little woman, just listen to me!"
After saying that, Marco pounced onto Number 8, ready to do something!
Number 8 refused to obey.
Ma Ke was thoroughly angered. He raised his hand and slapped Number 8, and angrily scolded, "Damned bitch, it's your fortune that I've taken a liking to you. If you dare to resist, do you believe that I'll send more than a dozen people!?"
"Let me die!" Number 8 was trembling as he yelled while biting his lips.
"You want to die?" That will have to wait until I finish enjoying myself! "
Seeing that Number Eight had given up on resisting, Ma Ke was overjoyed.
Bang!
Before Marco could reach Number 8, the door to the room was kicked open.
Ma Ke abruptly turned his head and anger instantly appeared on his face. He dared to spoil Shi Mu's plans at such a crucial moment. He angrily scolded, "Call your boss over. Your father wants …"
Without waiting for Marco to finish speaking, a figure charged towards Marco with a terrifying speed!
Marco's pupils constricted as he revealed a shocked expression.
A large hand grabbed onto Marco's neck. Then, two figures charged out of the bed and into a chair on the tea table!
Like a chicken, Marco was being held down, dragging his hind legs as he continuously knocked over a pile of objects. Finally, he crashed into a thick wall.
In the end, it was unknown whether he lived or died!
Li Mo's expression was ice-cold as he indifferently released the soft body of Marco.
Scorpion and Mouse stood at the doorway. Both of them were incomparably shocked, and their eyes were filled with disbelief. Once again, they were stunned by Li Mo's terrifying movements.
Number 8 was curled up on the bed, motionless, like a dead man.
His heart was as dead as ashes. He might as well be dead.
Li Mo lightly glanced at the scorpion, and the latter's body trembled as it felt its scalp go numb. With just a glance, the scorpion felt as if it was being stared at by a fierce beast.
He felt like he had fallen into an icehouse!
Cold sweat the size of soybeans appeared on the scorpion's forehead and its legs trembled. With Marco as an example, if the scorpion did not handle it well, its outcome would not be any better than a horse's.
Fortunately, Li Mo didn't have any thoughts of settling the score with him for the time being. Under everyone's gaze, Li Mo stooped down to pick up Number 8 and left expressionlessly.
Passing by the scorpion, Li Mo said softly, "I'll deal with you when I get back."
The scorpion's body trembled and its palm was covered in cold sweat.
Once Li Mo left, Mouse got people to throw the horse out of the road. He dared to attack Brother Mo's woman. He was confident in his own life and death.
The scorpion changed its arrogant attitude from before and approached Mouse, licking its face and said: "Mouse, help me by saying a few nice words to Brother Mo."
Mouse did not even look at Scorpion and led his men downstairs.
Scorpion did not give up and stood beside Mouse, begging, "Brother Hao, please, help me, I don't want to be kicked out of my house by Brother Mo!"
Lao Zi coldly snorted and said, "Since it's my own fault for doing so, what can I do about it? I'll just have to pray for good fortune!"
After saying that, Mouse led his men downstairs.
After Mouse and the others left, Scorpion's eyes gradually became cold. Although he was no longer the boss of the bathing city, but if he was pushed too far, no matter how strong Li Mo was, the scorpion would still kill him.
The boss of the South Sky City's Black Dragon Merchant Guild, the Black Dragon, Scorpion was very familiar with. If Li Mo dared to do something to him, the scorpion wouldn't mind letting Li Mo disappear from South Sky City.
He had been forced to sell the city to the south. He could not afford to offend that Bamboo Leaf Green, but as a young man who had just come out of the oven, Scorpion did not believe that he could not beat it!
Even if that Bamboo Leaf Qing asked again in the future, the scorpion would still have an excuse. If he went too far, the scorpion could only follow the rules of the martial arts world.
I bet that Bamboo Leaf Qing isn't in a good mood to say anything more!
After Mouse had gone downstairs, Mother Chen changed from her previous arrogant state, and obediently moved in front of Mouse, saying tenderly, "Aiyo, Brother Hao, I'm sorry about what happened just now. I was wrong, I was dumb and can't speak, you have a lot of people, so forgive me!"
Without leaving a trace, Mouse grabbed onto Mrs Chen's body and asked with a smile, "Mrs Chen, what news have you received?"
A strange look flashed past Mother Chen's eyes, then she grumbled: "Aiyo, I don't know anything about him, it's just that we're connected. Brother Hao, please forgive me!"
As she spoke, she deliberately rubbed Mouse's arm.
Mouse gave a wretched smile, lowered his head to glance at Aunt Chen's intentionally opened collar, and said with a smile, "Mother Chen, your capital isn't bad, but it's better to change the day I help you scratch your itch!"
"Another day?"
Suddenly, Mother Chen gave the mouse a flirtatious look. With a misty gaze, she said, "Brother Hao, you're so bad!"
No. 9 went downstairs with Mouse. At this time, he was still standing next to Mouse and seeing the two of them flirting shamelessly, Number 9 sneered: "Indeed, Lang Youxin is interested in this!"
Mouse slightly raised his eyebrows, as if he had just remembered that there were others beside him. Hearing Number 9's words, which carried an inexplicable smell of jealousy, he chuckled, "How about, you come as well?"
"Pui, shameless!"
After swearing at him, No.9 stomped his feet and left, never wanting to see this bastard again.
Mother Chen and Mouse looked at each other, then smiled and said, "Brother Hao, why don't we go upstairs?"
"Aiyo, I suddenly remembered that I have other things to do. Let's talk about it in the future!"
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