Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Oops, your woman is staring at me, she seems to hear me talking to you, she seems to understand her situation... she is staring at me... interesting! Mr. Control, your woman looks pretty daring. She's been awake for a minute now. She just looks at me cold. She doesn't make a scene and doesn't scream. Shh. I didn't think she was going to be surprised. She looks so pretty. I don't know if it would taste good...”

“Don't you dare touch her and watch out for the dozens of lives left behind in your family, and it won't just be your brother Ajib who died.” The ink scene maintains its initial calm on the deep side, but the eyes are getting colder: “No more bullshit, just say your terms. ”

“Oh, on condition that you understand, give me the confidential channels I want to know and the contact details of those underground collaborators, including the other ones I want to know, you already know, why don't you let go of those rights that you and Base XI have underground? Shine Group is such a big company, why go underground? Dao Cai Valve and Global Dark Army. Fire dealers? You've got all the money in your hands in the dark. Since you've never intended to get blood on your hands, give it to me as soon as possible! ”

Mojing was silent, although the location of the seasonal warmth was not found, the other searcher at AK's hand had been quietly activated, while the signal found through the instrument had revealed a faint red dot. AK instantly captured the required location of that red dot, and had turned around and started searching for and cooperating with the geographic location of the drum.

Everything is in silent comparison, Tu knows that Mo Jingshen will not readily agree, after all, it is about the economic resources of tens of thousands of people underground, more including the interests and lives of another BOSS Nam Heng behind the scenes of XI base, if Mo Jingshen could be handed over so easily, not so much would have happened in Cambodia three years ago.

And in this case, if Mo Jing promises too easily, there must be fraud.

Tai Tu couldn't tell if Mo Jing would relax or not, and if he had any plans, he smiled coldly over the phone: “Your woman's life is reserved for me for only 12 hours. If you can't give me what I want by noon tomorrow, I will cut off one of your women's hands and mail it to you along with flesh and blood...”

“I'm warning you, don't touch her!” Mo Jing said, “Mrs. Tu, the struggle between us has nothing to do with women, there is no need to involve women, you poor means end up putting only the key points on women, which is to admit that you have no other skills, only kidnapping threats? What's the difference between your brother who died earlier? What an injustice the brothers of your men gave you to call Yan God, but in the end it was just a piece of crap that could kidnap a woman. ”

“Against you, Control, my normal means can be solved the same way around you. Since it's obvious that you can't, then it's dark. You never have any weaknesses. Only this woman is your biggest soft rib. It's rare that Control will answer my calls personally. It seems like this woman is different to you. I really want to know what it would feel like if I cut off her flesh together or pressed her under her to taste her..."

Just moments after Mojing's faceless almost crushed the phone, Achu across the phone suddenly smiled weirdly, looking at the warehouse corner that was shrinking into a shadow with his eyes full of guard.

He stood up slowly, putting his phone by his ear and walking towards her step by step.

Just after she woke up in chaos, she had no idea what was happening. The impression just stopped when she boarded the plane, went to the bathroom and wanted to wash her hands. Then suddenly she found a small, thin man hidden inside, but very agile and quick to move. She just remembered that person suddenly shut the bathroom door and pressed her for a moment. When she was instinctively shouting for help, she covered her mouth and nose with a damp piece, and she struggled for a few moments to know nothing.

She woke up right here, from the initial sudden surprise until she heard the man who really looked like Ajib on the phone, heard his sometimes soaring Chinese words, and sometimes a few sobbing English words, probably understanding her current situation.

She was kidnapped after boarding the plane.

This Ajib's brother, the man named Tu, used her to threaten Mo Jingshen.

Seeing Tu walked towards herself too step by step, Seasonal Warm's chill and alertness just momentarily failed to cover her own tension, curled in the corner of the wall, her eyes looked carefully to the side, but the surrounding black paint, there was not even a light in the entire warehouse, only a strong light flashlight was placed on the metal shelf in front of her, and the direction of the strong light was her.

“Mr. Control, your woman is not looking so calm on the surface, she will actually be scared... her eyes are looking carefully and alert at me... but look so close, your woman is really beautiful at first sight, more smelly when she looks farther away. ”

Tu's voice seemed to laugh and not smile, meaning harsh and threatening, so she walked towards her.

Seasonal warmth was close to the corner of the wall, but Tu suddenly reached out one hand and grabbed her hair. Seasonal warmth almost screamed, but now that he was talking to Ink Jing deeply, even when the painful scream of his mouth was coming back, he bit his teeth and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Tu didn't realize that the woman who had just flashed a little fear in her eyes had a very hard bone. She couldn't help but squeeze her eyes cold and drag her hair harder, warning: “Tell Control what I'm doing to you right now, tell him, if he doesn't agree to my terms, I'll make you live or die! ”

As he spoke, he placed the phone directly in her ear and applied it more deliberately to her ear.

Mo Jingdeep heard the voice on the phone, but found that the opposite side, apart from some rushed breathing, was extra quiet, no one spoke anymore, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and try to lower his voice: “Seasonal warmth? ”

As soon as the deep voice of Ink Jing was heard, the fear and impatience of repression in the heart of the season warmed almost instantaneously burst out. His eyes immediately became red, but he still bit his teeth without making a sound.