Chapter 1356： Large merchant

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Blood was splashing, and there were severed hands and heads flying at the same time. √

The smile froze on the men's faces, and when Lu Qi screamed, they all laughed. In Mokdan, torturing and killing a woman who has no resistance is also a rare entertainment show. When their companions raised their swords, they even imagined a scene composed of blood and severed limbs. The man with four broken arms also planned to cut off Lu Qi's head and place her on the corpse after her death.

This is definitely a special grave, he thought.

Then the next picture was similar to what they thought, except that the blood belonged to the companion, and the severed hand and head belonged to the man with the knife. As for the knife, I don't know when it fell into Lu Qi's hands. Lu Qi had stood up, the scared expression on her face was gone, and even the confused look was replaced by the cold expression on her face. She reached out and wiped the long knife, her fingers drenched with blood. The woman stretched her hand to her mouth and sucked, and then spit in her mouth like: "It's really unpalatable, hey, you had a good time just now. I wanted to tease you for a while, but unfortunately you are too anxious. Otherwise, We can play again."

Her figure suddenly disappeared.

Then the short-armed man watched his surrounding companions fall one by one, and before they fell to the ground, his body slipped off in a dislocation. When Lu Qi reappeared, except for the man with the broken arm, the other Bal people had turned into a pile of corpses on the ground. After a while, the viscous blood gradually spread under the corpse, even spreading over the feet of the man with the broken arm.

He didn't know when it started, and his thick legs were already shaking.

Lu Qi patted his face with a long blood-stained knife and said: "There is no saying here in Mokdan. If you want to live in Mokdan, you can do without Zhuo's force, but you must have one who can speak well. Mouth; you don’t have to have a sharp mouth, but you must have at least a pair of bright eyes. It seems that your eyes are not bright at all. It’s fine if you don’t see that it’s not easy to mess with men and women, even I deliberately picked Go where no one is, and the purpose is to see nothing. I really don’t know how you lived until now."

"Your eyes are useless anyway, let me cut them for you."

A knife flashed in the man's eyes.

As the world became dark, he screamed and backed away, his eyes had been cut open for Lu Qi, and blood was flowing from his eye sockets.

"Stop calling." Lu Qi frowned and said, "It's too noisy, you can't be quiet."

The man with the broken arm was still screaming.

The cry stopped abruptly.

Lu Qi appeared on his shoulder, pierced his head with a long knife in his hand, pierced his head, and stabbed out of the man's chin. Lu Qi said to herself: "The disobedient guy is very annoying."

With a plop, the body of the man with the broken arm fell to the ground. Lu Qi clapped her hands, then hummed a small tune and left the alley. When she walked out of the alley, she became that confused and even cowardly woman again.

Mokdan is very large, and the city is divided into five major districts: southeast, northwest, and central. For the convenience of management, these streets are named after numbers, and some of them have the habit of using names as nicknames. That's because in such a street, there is usually a big man who can rank in Mokdan.

This is the case on the twenty-seventh street. This street is also called the Moroccan street.

Morocco is not only a famous person on this street, even if it is thrown into Mokdan, it is also a person that cannot be ignored. Morocco runs the Lvjing business and he is one of the few Lvjing purchasers in Mocdan. His experience often becomes people's talk in the wine room after dinner. Among the big figures in Mokdan, Morocco is a legendary man.

This is now the most prestigious businessman on 27th Street, in fact, decades ago, he was the heir to a rundown family. On Agareth, family is a dispensable thing. No family head will make a sacrifice for his own tribe. The meaning of the family to them is more to gather a group of people who have already used it. Because of the genes of the Baal people, the word blood is meaningless for Agareth. As for the heirs, most of them are just the result of rash actions. Many of the most prosperous families can be said to have fallen. This is no surprise for Agareth.

The Moroccan family is indeed a bit famous in his father's generation, but unfortunately there is not much wealth left in Morocco. Morocco simply sold the property, and then left Mocdan. People thought he would go to the eastern part of the empire to look for opportunities, after all, that was the way out for most people. Opportunities abound on the eastern battlefield. As long as you survive, you may become the most powerful figure in the empire one day. But Morocco did not go to the east, but went to the wasteland, and then there was no news of him.

When people were about to forget this man, one day, Morocco returned. Not only did he not die, he also brought a whole car of green crystals. This big businessman today started his business with this car of green crystals, and soon accumulated enviable wealth. Then Morocco used the wealth to absorb several strong men and acquired two business groups that were about to go bankrupt. In this way, he gradually grew stronger and eventually became a well-known green crystal acquisition merchant in Mokdan.

Morocco has a well-known habit. Every morning, he will come to the desert boat shop on 27th Street to stay for a while. This was the first store he opened when he returned to Mokdan. Even though his stores are now almost all over the 27th Street, his habit of going to the old store every day has never changed. People only think Morocco is nostalgic, but only he knows that there is a reason for this.

It is about a promise. Even though until now, the person who needs him to fulfill the promise hasn't appeared yet, Morocco has not forgotten, nor dared to forget the promise that he made. So he appears in the desert boat shop every day, and today is no exception.

But today seems a bit unusual, almost as soon as he walked into the store with his forefoot, a six-lane car parked beside the store door behind him. You must know that Moroccan shops are now blooming everywhere, and this old shop is no longer open. Morocco still drives it, just because of that promise. So now, apart from friends, few people come to the desert boat shop.

Three figures came down quickly on the carriageway, and they walked into the store. These are by no means Moroccan friends. The clerk who visits the store, in fact one of the strong men in Morocco, wants to come forward and beat others. Morocco stopped him, personally stepped forward and smiled: "Can I do something for some of you?"

Since his visit to Morocco, he has rarely received guests in person as he does now. So when he heard him say this, all his staff were surprised. Previous Chapter Back to Contents Next Chapter

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Blood was splashing, and there were severed hands and heads flying at the same time. √

The smile froze on the men's faces, and when Lu Qi screamed, they all laughed. In Mokdan, torturing and killing a woman who has no resistance is also a rare entertainment show. When their companions raised their swords, they even imagined a scene composed of blood and severed limbs. The man with four broken arms also planned to cut off Lu Qi's head and place her on the corpse after her death.

This is definitely a special grave, he thought.

Then the next picture was similar to what they thought, except that the blood belonged to the companion, and the severed hand and head belonged to the man with the knife. As for the knife, I don't know when it fell into Lu Qi's hands. Lu Qi had stood up, the scared expression on her face was gone, and even the confused look was replaced by the cold expression on her face. She reached out and wiped the long knife, her fingers drenched with blood. The woman stretched her hand to her mouth and sucked, and then spit in her mouth like: "It's really unpalatable, hey, you had a good time just now. I wanted to tease you for a while, but unfortunately you are too anxious. Otherwise, We can play again."

Her figure suddenly disappeared.

Then the short-armed man watched his surrounding companions fall one by one, and before they fell to the ground, his body slipped off in a dislocation. When Lu Qi reappeared, except for the man with the broken arm, the other Bal people had turned into a pile of corpses on the ground. After a while, the viscous blood gradually spread under the corpse, even spreading over the feet of the man with the broken arm.

He didn't know when it started, and his thick legs were already shaking.

Lu Qi patted his face with a long blood-stained knife and said: "There is no saying here in Mokdan. If you want to live in Mokdan, you can do without Zhuo's force, but you must have one who can speak well. Mouth; you don’t have to have a sharp mouth, but you must have at least a pair of bright eyes. It seems that your eyes are not bright at all. It’s fine if you don’t see that it’s not easy to mess with men and women, even I deliberately picked Go where no one is, and the purpose is to see nothing. I really don’t know how you lived until now."

"Your eyes are useless anyway, let me cut them for you."

A knife flashed in the man's eyes.

As the world became dark, he screamed and backed away, his eyes had been cut open for Lu Qi, and blood was flowing from his eye sockets.

"Stop calling." Lu Qi frowned and said, "It's too noisy, you can't be quiet."

The man with the broken arm was still screaming.

The cry stopped abruptly.

Lu Qi appeared on his shoulder, pierced his head with a long knife in his hand, pierced his head, and stabbed out of the man's chin. Lu Qi said to herself: "The disobedient guy is very annoying."

With a plop, the body of the man with the broken arm fell to the ground. Lu Qi clapped her hands, then hummed a small tune and left the alley. When she walked out of the alley, she became that confused and even cowardly woman again.

Mokdan is very large, and the city is divided into five major districts: southeast, northwest, and central. For the convenience of management, these streets are named after numbers, and some of them have the habit of using names as nicknames. That's because in such a street, there is usually a big man who can rank in Mokdan.

This is the case on the twenty-seventh street. This street is also called the Moroccan street.

Morocco is not only a famous person on this street, even if it is thrown into Mokdan, it is also a person that cannot be ignored. Morocco runs the Lvjing business and he is one of the few Lvjing purchasers in Mocdan. His experience often becomes people's talk in the wine room after dinner. Among the big figures in Mokdan, Morocco is a legendary man.

This is now the most prestigious businessman on 27th Street, in fact, decades ago, he was the heir to a rundown family. On Agareth, family is a dispensable thing. No family head will make a sacrifice for his own tribe. The meaning of the family to them is more to gather a group of people who have already used it. Because of the genes of the Baal people, the word blood is meaningless for Agareth. As for the heirs, most of them are just the result of rash actions. Many of the most prosperous families can be said to have fallen. This is no surprise for Agareth.

The Moroccan family is indeed a bit famous in his father's generation, but unfortunately there is not much wealth left in Morocco. Morocco simply sold the property, and then left Mocdan. People thought he would go to the eastern part of the empire to look for opportunities, after all, that was the way out for most people. Opportunities abound on the eastern battlefield. As long as you survive, you may become the most powerful figure in the empire one day. But Morocco did not go to the east, but went to the wasteland, and then there was no news of him.

When people almost forgot about this person One day, Morocco returned. Not only did he not die, he also brought a whole car of green crystals. This big businessman today started his business with this car of green crystals, and soon accumulated enviable wealth. Then Morocco used the wealth to absorb several strong men and acquired two business groups that were about to go bankrupt. In this way, he gradually grew stronger and eventually became a well-known green crystal acquisition merchant in Mokdan.

Morocco has a well-known habit. Every morning, he will come to the desert boat shop on 27th Street to stay for a while. This was the first store he opened when he returned to Mokdan. Even though his stores are now almost all over the 27th Street, his habit of going to the old store every day has never changed. People only think Morocco is nostalgic, but only he knows that there is a reason for this.

It is about a promise. Even though until now, the person who needs him to fulfill the promise hasn't appeared yet, Morocco has not forgotten, nor dared to forget the promise that he made. So he appears in the desert boat shop every day, and today is no exception.

But today seems a bit unusual, almost as soon as he walked into the store with his forefoot, a six-lane car parked beside the store door behind him. You must know that Moroccan shops are now blooming everywhere, and this old shop is no longer open. Morocco still drives it, just because of that promise. So now, apart from friends, few people come to the desert boat shop.

Three figures came down quickly on the carriageway, and they walked into the store. These are by no means Moroccan friends. The clerk who visits the store, in fact one of the strong men in Morocco, wants to come forward and beat others. Morocco stopped him, personally stepped forward and smiled: "Can I do something for some of you?"

Since his visit to Morocco, he has rarely received guests in person as he does now. So when he heard him say this, all his staff were surprised.